The Grumpy Room

While I was in Florida someone, who shall remain nameless, forced me to listen to a song called Fireflies by Owl City. You can see the music video for the song here. You can tell they are super classy because they disabled embedding of their video.

If you get this stuck in your head I am not taking responsibility. You were crazy enough to come here and click on the song in the first place, so don’t go blaming me. Here is a sample of the lyrics of the song:

‘Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

Who the fuck writes this shit? Seriously? Why do these people get paid money for this!?

I’d fill those ten thousand lightning bugs
Full of metal slugs
From the barrel of my AK

And ten million fireflies
Would hate my goodbyes
As I blew them all away

At least I am not the only person who hates this stuff. As far as I can tell, The Motherfucking Pterodactyl doesn’t like it either. I should get a Grammy or something from the AMA for this stuff. Maybe MTV can send me something. I mean at least perhaps a Pulitzer for poetry or a Frost Medal? Come on…