Nnngngggrrghhh rage.
When I think of this song, I rrrrrnngg fists into the desk teeth-clenching gffff f BASTARD.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
I am vocabularily reduced.
Look what you're doing to my heart-rate. I can feel the bile raging through my every pore. You soulless, talent-deprived, lowest-common-moron shitwizards.
I'm not linking it. I refuse. You can find the videos easily if you just Google "music for the vapid and hopeless".
Music. No, not really. I've had farts I'd sooner hear again. Lumbering piano and Fisher Price drums.
Lyrics. She's so lovely, she's so lovely, she's so lovely, she's so lovely. Oh, wow! I FINK DAT SHE IS BOOTIFUL. Stay up all night writing that one did you, you moon-faced cunt? Was she this fit when she was 10 years younger? Creepy.
What is particularly hell-screamingly awful is I even looked them up in the name of research. You unmitigated bastards. No I don't want the fucking ringtone sent to my fucking mobile, I want the whole of the internet printed out and shredded and glued into a big fucking ball which is then SHOVED THROUGH YOUR FAT EYEBALLS UNTIL YOU DIE FROM DEATH.
I can't even write about this, I'm so angry. I'm off out to kill and eat something cute and endangered. Scouting For Girls, you are Satan scratching nails down a blackboard made out of bone marrow culled from babies.
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