06-21-2021, 10:54 AM
Once a month, on either a friday or saturday, I get drunk and watch Beth Roars videos on YouTube. She makes me feel good. And other suggestions come up, leading me to other reaction videos. A video will say, Rap Fan Blown Away BY GUNs N' Roses.
And video leads to video.
But I want to see them react to the song One in a Million. I saw one girl try it, and cut it off after one verse.
I always liked the song, when I was growing up in the early '90s. I always got the feeling that Axl Rose was pissed the fuck off. And I think that's right.
The song makes me feel like Sublime's Santeria. The verses are angry and harsh, and the chorus is loving and tender and sweet.
I think Lou Reed does that very well. A lot of things about Guns N' Roses is silly to the point of distraction. But I would like to hear more of these "Rap Fan Blown Away By Guns n' Roses" dive into One in a Million. The best rap is about being pissed the fuck off. And all rock songs from the '80s can't be about Satan.
Satan is boring, I think Sonic Youth said that. Whoever that is.
I'm trying to use the internet as little as possible. And it's highly possible that nobody is even going to respond to this. So I'm going to go ahead and do my little comedy song and dance and then go away. It's hard to find a straight man to bounce my gags off without him expecting something in return.
People have been racist, my whole life. It's like going to church. If you're not racist, you don't love God.
People say racist things all the time, and I don't like it. But I do like this song called One in a Million. I don't feel it's about racism, it's about anger.
It's like rape porn.
For instance,
I'll see a girl. And she's really good-looking. She's like 27 or something. I mean, that kind of good-looking.
I'm terrified. I don't know what to say.
And I wait a month or two, then I see her, just walking around in Kmart or something.
And I gather up all the courage I can and I walk up to her and say, Hey, I uh, noticed you working at Hills in the mall, and I always wanted to, you know, go up and say something to you, but . . .
And she gets a real pained look on her face, like I remind her of the father-in-law who used to forcefeed her carrots up her ass when she was six, and she says, Fuck off! Loser!
And then I go home and jackoff to some rape porn, and go about my business.
This is what I feel when I listen to One in a Million. It doesn't really mean anything a few seconds after you listen to it.
And video leads to video.
But I want to see them react to the song One in a Million. I saw one girl try it, and cut it off after one verse.
I always liked the song, when I was growing up in the early '90s. I always got the feeling that Axl Rose was pissed the fuck off. And I think that's right.
The song makes me feel like Sublime's Santeria. The verses are angry and harsh, and the chorus is loving and tender and sweet.
I think Lou Reed does that very well. A lot of things about Guns N' Roses is silly to the point of distraction. But I would like to hear more of these "Rap Fan Blown Away By Guns n' Roses" dive into One in a Million. The best rap is about being pissed the fuck off. And all rock songs from the '80s can't be about Satan.
Satan is boring, I think Sonic Youth said that. Whoever that is.
I'm trying to use the internet as little as possible. And it's highly possible that nobody is even going to respond to this. So I'm going to go ahead and do my little comedy song and dance and then go away. It's hard to find a straight man to bounce my gags off without him expecting something in return.
People have been racist, my whole life. It's like going to church. If you're not racist, you don't love God.
People say racist things all the time, and I don't like it. But I do like this song called One in a Million. I don't feel it's about racism, it's about anger.
It's like rape porn.
For instance,
I'll see a girl. And she's really good-looking. She's like 27 or something. I mean, that kind of good-looking.
I'm terrified. I don't know what to say.
And I wait a month or two, then I see her, just walking around in Kmart or something.
And I gather up all the courage I can and I walk up to her and say, Hey, I uh, noticed you working at Hills in the mall, and I always wanted to, you know, go up and say something to you, but . . .
And she gets a real pained look on her face, like I remind her of the father-in-law who used to forcefeed her carrots up her ass when she was six, and she says, Fuck off! Loser!
And then I go home and jackoff to some rape porn, and go about my business.
This is what I feel when I listen to One in a Million. It doesn't really mean anything a few seconds after you listen to it.