If you can listen to even a few seconds of any song by Ke$ha (or Lady Gaga or whoever) and not understand why the state of music today makes me want to throw up everything I ever ate in my entire life, then you are 11 and shouldn’t be reading this anyway.
The only way I’d ever wanna listen to any sound emanating from this chick’s mouth is if she’s asking me if I want regular fries or animal fries. She is kinda cheap-date sexy, though.
Now where’s my goddamn 8-track of Led Zeppelin IV?
