But Me and Lemmy aint laughing.
I can scientifically prove my point with three words: “Hey Soul Sister.”
That piece of auditory tripe won a Grammy. Heck, I think I may have won a Grammy for the last time I cried and farted at the same time. There’s about a million Grammy categories and the hardware is handed out like samples at Costco.
They should call them “The Shammys.” Or better yet “The Crud Awards for Cruddiest Crud Music.”
On a more awesomer note, Dad changed the channel at 8pm to Palladia, where we enjoyed Lemmy, an inspiring documentary about the ageless front man of British supergroup Motörhead. I enjoyed that quite a bit.
Read what I think of the 2012 Grammys here.
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Hi there.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Although any and all are welcome, this blog wasn’t created for a big audience. I’m just a kid that puts stuff about my life on the interwebs because I have grandparents and uncles and aunts and cousins and friends all over the USA.
Feel free to read my blog up and down, or share it with whomever, but I’m not looking to make this thing anything more than what it is.
Also, I’m really into trucks these days.
Thanks again for visiting.
– Liam