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August 21, 2019

Nirvana - Nevermind
Wee Willie Winky
Arrrg! Angst! Such angst! So very very grungy! Rarrrrg!

Ok then. If you don't know who Nirvana is and why this is a good album, you're either too old or too young to possibly be converted. Long and short, this album ushered in a whole mess of dirty alterna-rockers back in the mid-90's. I'm not gonna talk about that. I'm not gonna talk about Kurt Cobain eating a shotgun salad. I'm not even gonna talk about the fact that years later he's still on the cover of every music mag at least once a year. No, I'm gonna talk about their real contribution to history.

Yes, that's right.

I'm gonna talk about flannel.

Now, I understand that the whole Grunge thing was about nothing giving a fuck and sticking it to the man up the ass and such, but did no one ever realize exactly what they were doing? A whole nation of disillusioned youths go mad for that uber-cool lumberjack look. WHAT WERE YOU PEOPLE THINKING??? Granted, on some people, like Mick Foley, flannel can look good, maybe even a little sexy, in a rugged sorta way. But the vast majority of grunge rockers looked like dirty Manitobans. Naturally, I fit right in, but this look is mine, dammit! MINE!!!! I.. I.. I've said my piece. *sniff*

Davin says:

That tiny little penis reminds me of me. So I like it!