Sorry for the blogging delay! Life has been awfully busy recently. There is never a dull moment when it comes to my family.
My school’s prom was a couple months ago. I went with a lovely date and we had a wonderful time. I took my grandmother’s Subaru because it’s nicer than my car. Said lovely date and I had listened to a CD he had burned for prom that was full of rap songs. By rap songs, I mean an inappropriate conglomeration of random words called “rap music.” When I returned the car to my grandmother, I forgot to take the CD out of the car.
Thankfully, my date and I had turned the music off before giving her the car. But the other day, my mother got an angry call from my grandfather. “WHAT IS THIS INAPPROPRIATE MUSIC COMING OUT OF MY CAR?!?!?”
Then an angry call from my uncle: “WHAT DOES YOUR DAUGHTER LISTEN TO?!? THIS LOOKS LIKE A BOY’S HANDWRITING ON THE CD. IS THIS HER BOYFRIEND’S CD?”
My cousin: “I DON’T EVEN LISTEN TO THAT KIND OF MUSIC. IT’S DISGUSTING. I DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS INTO THAT STUFF.”
And finally, my grandmother: “THAT CD MAKES ME SICK.”
Basically, if you have any CD with the song “F*** the Club Up” on it, you probably shouldn’t listen to it in your grandmother’s car. Especially if you don’t even like rap music…