Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sing it girl - blah blah blah.

I don't really have anything to say tonight. My brain is all frazzled and I'm running on an octave slightly more than empty. (I don't think that makes sense, either.) As Ke$ha would say, blah blah blah.

And by the way, why all the hatin' on Ke$ha? Sometimes I wake up in the morning feelin' like P-Diddy as well. It happens to the best of us. It's not her fault she makes hit records with auto-tune and sick beats... Well, I suppose it is kind of her fault. But I feel compelled to defend a fellow dirty blonde, even if she is dirty blonde on two levels as opposed to my single one.

Hell, imma do this, and post two Ke$ha videos:


  1. Steve, did anyone ever stop and think maybe we are the aliens?

  2. Ke$ha is my guilty pleasure. I mean, it bugs me that her style is probably extremely appealing to my 16-year-old sister, who I never want to brush her teeth with a bottle of Jack or attend a dirty free-for-all. But she's just so darn catchy.

  3. I'm not a Ke$ha fan. I think it's because of the way she sings "crunk" and the follows it up with boys wanting to touch her junk. I mean, sure, if someone wants an STD...


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