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See You Again...maybe...

Oh my god. I need help. Make that HELP. I have the radio on and a song came on that I was kind of jamming to. It's called See You Again. Nice hook, good beat, I'm shakin' my ass...and then I hear the smarmy DJ voice, "...and that was Miley Cyrus with her hit, See You Again...." And, in case you aren't blessed with pre-teen aged daughters, Miley is also known as Hannah Goddammit Montana.

Oh HELL no! Say it ain't so!!! Somebody PLEASE tell me that I wasn't just dancing around in my underwear to a song sung by the teen aged daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus. You know who that guy is, right? He used to sing Achy Breaky Heart back in the 80's. He was the Unchallenged Mullet King "back in the day". Business in the front, party in the back! Can I get a "yee haw"???


Hello, handsome...



Monsieur Mullet, circa 1985


And then here he is as he looks now...




I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Anyone know of a 12 step program for serial hair straighteners?? I'm no expert but I'd wager he has AT LEAST four products in his hair PLUS used a straightening iron to achieve this "look". Doesn't this guy have a wife to tell him when he looks like a total jackass??!

Ugh. I give up. Next thing you know I'll be rocking out to Jamie Lynn Spears when I think nobody is looking. Fuck.


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Mom said…
Hysterical! I remember being a kid and LOVING that stupid Achey Breaky heart song and now he has a wee one following in his footsteps!!!!! I am with you on the product in the hair comment I bet he takes longer to get ready then his teen daughter!
5:57 PM
Bex said…
Hi, Steph! I don't think you should EVER admit that you loved that song. Just like I won't tell anyone that I know the words, "Don't break my heart. My achey, breaky heart. I just don't think he'd understand. And if you break my heart. My achey breaky heart. I might haul off and kill this man." Or something like that. I am probably the one who needs a 12 step program. They would call it "12 Short Steps To No Longer Being A Dork." I know at least 115 people who could join with me. Hmmm. I think I'm onto something here.

Anyway, thanks for visiting my little oasis here, and sprinkling your sunshine!

Bex
7:51 PM
Shieldmaiden96 said…
I could almost overlook the hair if he'd lose that odd triangle beard. A tiny 'Ming the Merciless' beard. Its embarassing.
4:10 PM
The Blogger Exposed said…
I, too, have a thing 1 and thing 2, ages 9 and 14 and I'm well aware of who Hannah Montana is. You had me actually laughing out loud with, "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little." Too funny.

And on your other post about Things 1 & 2 NEVER flushing the toilet, what in the HELL is up with that? I can not understand how they don't seem to mind living in such disgusting conditions!

Aaaahhh! I feel your pain!
9:20 PM
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