The inside of my head looks a bit like this
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
Reblogged 10 months ago from guac-in-the-churros (Originally from ceramicplates)
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Tagged: RUN, JOEY RUN, JOEY RUN JOEY RUN, JOEY RUN JOEY RUUUUUUUUN, my mother stopped my musical elitism at a young age because she remembers, she remembers the crap songs that every one else forgets in favour of the good shit, it's her superpower, .
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i’ve never watched an episode of supernatural in my life and all i’ve ever seen is people talk endlessly about destiel and because of whatever just happened and whatever’s on my dash right now i started fucking crtiyNG AND I’VE NEVER WATCHE THED SHOW OFMG

Reblogged 1 year ago from mishacockins (Originally from dave-hodgman)
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Tagged: run, you're not dedicated enough to watch yet you still have a chance, .
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