I Hate Country Music

So my inspiration for this latest publication is my work station neighbour. God bless her, and he probably does, but she likes country music. Since it is in my nature to piss people off, i decided to type out a blog entitled I hate country music. Because i really do. Also because she's watching

Country music is the heartbeat of redneck America and everybody knows America smells like rancid balls on a 3 week old corpse you might find by the side of an Alabama road.. the only thing that stinks more than country music is Leanne Rimes music, which is some sort of pop/country... or her general crotch area. Probably the latter. If I ever see her I'll probably through up, faint and choke on my own vomit...alright that's a lie, I'd probably try shag her.

When i was a boy, there was no iPods and, we didnt have a CD player in both our cars, Walkmans were no good, the battery's only lasted like 2 hours, and Discmans would shake too much and skip all the time. Luckily (or unluckily, you be the judge) i didn't grow up in Kenya, . Hence, every holiday we used to get, we used to fly out here and go straight to my family ranch. Which is a long drive, my mother would intertwine these trips to hell and back with her own form of torture, hours of Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers. The only good part is when she'd play Johnny Cash, country music's saving grace.

You lucky bastard children with your iPods. You can just escape the hell of your parents music.