Your mom makes such squelching noises, I can't hear you! And I went to Whamhalla during yesterday morning's commute. Bloody car radio, should have known.
I looked up Whamageddon, and it seems I'm still in the game, if you can be in the game without having known about it. It should be pretty easy this year - I expect there will be far more winners than usual, although every grocery run is likely a risk. But in my case, since I usually try to get in and out as fast as possible, the risk is minimal. Incidentally this is also the risk reduction methodology that I use with your mom.
Nein. On the plus side, I'm now able to click on the link in your earlier post. And I can reassure everyone who is still playing Whamageddon that it's totally safe and doesn't feature any annoying Christmas songs at all. No siree, just go ahead and click. Clickity click. Clickerooneymara. Click, click, and away! Seriously, it's fine. One hunnid percent.
My hatred for all pop music makes me the winner of this challenge: not knowing any pop song I won't ever know if I hear that particular one
I used to be like that, when I was 12, but I grew out of it. These days I'm down with the cool hip kids, and their beats, and their lingo. Let's get gnarly, y'all.
Have you ever hated an ex so much you start to hate anything your ex liked? That's my story, It's almost 10 we broke up and still hate commercial music. And horses.
