KELLY CLARKSON!

That's right folks. Her CD is out today and I'm going to Target (pronounce "Tar-Jay") after work to pick it up.

Hells to the yeah!

Funny, but talking about Kelly Clarkson reminds me of a conversation I had w/"Fling" a few months ago.

One night, we were in his Mustang (of course) and he had the radio on. A Kelly Clarkson song came on and this was our convo:

OH! Before I get into the convo, let me preface by saying Fling was ALWAYS saying stupid shit to get a rile out of me.

Fling: Uhm... I like Kelly Clarkson. Do you think that makes me gay?

(First off, this was NOT the first time he'd asked me "Do you think that makes me gay?" and secondly, I think that kind of shit is completely messed up and stupid and he knew it.)

Me: No.

Fling: Really?

Me: Well not unless you're fucking another dude while listening to Kelly Clarkson. Cause then yeah, that's kinda gay. (Dumbass.)

I know readers... I know. But I've warned you, and if you look at the majority of my track record, you'd know that I do like 'em dumb.

Such is life.