quite possibly the worst of the worst.

well, i’m not having anybody’s baby at the moment, but i am probably in surgery having my gallbladder removed. (ah, the glamorous life.) so instead of blathering on about how bad this song is (and i defy any of you to tell me, in 50 words or less, why this song rocks your world), i am linking to jason hare’s adventures through the mines of mellow gold. he explains, so much better than i ever could, why this song is awful piled atop awful.

read it. it will make you lose control of your bladder. in a good way.

props to college pal and indie musicologist mike for the suggestion.

and don’t be a hater. i had to write this in advance.

have a nice day.