the year is 2012
sexy has disappeared once again
only one man can bring it back
- 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
Unpopular Opinion
I’ve never understood why every Sunday billions of people come together to worship some mythical man who supposedly gave his life for us thousands of years ago while they fail to acknowledge the hundreds of real men and women who give their lives every single day for our safety and freedom.
Why don’t these billions of people go to weekly meetings to honor our troops instead?
Maybe not “never”, but these past years, yes.
My Gotye meme
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“i am so ready for the zombie apocalypse, bring it zombies” says the middle-class white girl who never exercises, owns no weapons, and lives in a heavily populated area
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