This will be the first installment of "Why I'm going to Hell" because this applies to me too much not to blog about it. I DO NOT listen to current country music but somehow I came across the gayest Christmas country song of all time. Let me paint you a picture...a boy stands in front of a shoe store and asks some random dude (who happens to be a really mediocre singer) to buy his terminally ill mother these shoes, they are just her size, blah blah blah. The random dude must hurry before she meets Jesus. I have never felt so manipulated into crying in my life! (well, there was Mr. Holland's Opus). Regardless, I was laughing my ass off at the boy, his mother and this guy who thinks we are believing them all.
I know some white trash mother is crying her eyes out to this little diddy and it just makes my Christmas.
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