Missing: One cheap little MP3 player and lots of 70’s stuff on it.
Last seen in the presence of a kid who looks a lot like me. DNA testing would be conclusive, I’m sure. It’s true … that’s AC/DC’s “Back in Black” and “Hells Bells” ringing in Madison’s ears through her stolen electronics.
But at least it’s not songs from role models Demi Lovato, Miley Cyrus, or Lil Kim.
I got the MP3 free for earning points after drinking more Coke products than recommended by the Surgeon General. (My pancreas may never rust if what they say about Coke’s bumper-cleansing properties rings true.)
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