Wednesday, March 24, 2010

4: Music-2

So I've been finding myself listening to music that I'm not 100% proud about lately. As many of you know, I despise douchebags. I hate them. They piss me off with their popped collars and their wide brimmed baseball caps and their over aggressive take on everything. But I digress, I've been finding myself listening to an inordinate amount of douchebag music (music recorded for a douchebag by a douchebag (FDBBDB)). Here are a couple of examples of douchebag music that I've been into lately.

1. Good Girls Go Bad by. Cobra Starship

Dude, you look absolutely ridiculous. Even if you do need corrective lenses, which I don't think you do, what on God's green earth makes you think that those frames are normal or acceptable? But I digress, could I just say that I'm actually pretty pleased that everyone gets arrested at the end of this music video? There's no way that they managed to get that butcher shop zoned for a secret night club/casino. Which raises another question. How exactly did it take this long for them to get caught? Noise and droves of people going to a butcher shop at midnight aside, your first clue that something was amiss should have been when they were loading craps tables and giant DJ equipment into a freaking butcher shop. Whoever was in charge of the investigation was totally not on the ball.

2. Don't Trust Me by. 3 Oh! 3

So much douche...
It's just like...
They're all...
Uhhh...
Alright, I actually really like this song and music video... Dangit... Although I will say that they look really greasy and/or slimy and I think that you could probably contract syphilis by touching them... Also, did I see someone humping a rhino?

Bedrock by. Young Money


... Yep that's totally a song about doin' it... That is both classy and respectful to women, good job guys.

As I said, I freaking hate douchebags, but I must shamefully admit that I have purchased 2 out of 3 of these songs and in so doing, assisted in the spread of worldwide douchebaggery.

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