So I bought my mom and a friend a kindle and since it’s on my prime account they come with the idea that it’s mine. Wait, no, Amazon might address things to me, but they don’t really know me, I mean Amazon and I don’t hang out or anything, and no it’s not just sexual and it’s ok if I go into Barnes and noble and quit with all the questions ok? They’d do the same for you, it’s not like the default for all kindles in me or anything, I mean I’m sure if you ordered one it’d ask if you were whateverthehellyournameisDawg Drools. I have to admit I AM whateverthehellmynameisDawg Drools.
I told the kindle I fired up for mom that because it asked all in blue and shit if I is or if I ain’t and I said I is Lawd, I is. Which is sort of getting to the point.
Knowing a kindle was coming for my mom and also a friend of mine, I did things like put the first three seasons of Downton Abbey in my prime queue because both my mom and I have talked about how people talk about that show and she’s an anglophile and shit and I also cleaned up some of the stupider shit and added the first season of True Blood, which is where I start getting to a point, or rather my point, the one that has me banging away at this poor defenseless keyboard.
So I’m halfway through the first season which I haven’t watched since I had to wait a week for each new episode to come out, and it’s the one where Grandma dies and everyone winds up fucking or making love or first one or the other, but you know, at the funeral the fat church lady sings that hymn Sinner come home. I’ve linked it at the bottom and if you just went straight to the video and came back to read what the fuck then boy you feel silly because I got no truck with no trip to the bountiful, it was just the first reasonable example of the song I came across on YouTube.
So I’m listening to it and sort of mumbling along because I sort of know all kinds of gospel songs and that one sure sounds old timey and shit and, I don’t know, maybe I’m possessed by Satan or Donald Trump or something but I started thinking ‘Yeah, whateverthehellmynameisDawg Drools, it does sound old timey, it’s because it’s the tune to something else’.
I could be mistaken. Thirty three and third percent chance split three ways between me be mistaken/me being possessed by Donald Trump/ me being possessed by Satan. But I think it’s the tune to something older and maybe not so gospeley. So if ya read first and are about to listen to/watch the end credits and song, let me know if you recognize the song as something else. Keep in mind there’s a missing .1 percent chance that you’re Satan/trump/mistaken.
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