You guys ever listen to a song on the radio and suddenly you feel the need to glue on some false eyelashes as long as your arm and puff up your hair in a giant afro and grab a microphone into which you wail your guts out about how all men are dirtbags and you just want to squash all of them in their parts with the very pointy end of your stilettos (or your roller skates) upon which you are tottering around, all indignant and righteous even though no man has done you wrong and the men you do know are perfectly lovely?
Anyone have a song do that to them?
No?
Right. Me neither.
Unfounded righteous indignation begins after a redirect to Youtube and 15 seconds of advertising.
Love, Jimmie 