Now we all know that the magical and mystical fruit-cake is a gift given near the holidays to those you really don’t give a quarter of a flaming rat’s ass about. No-one knows what it’s of, why it was made in the first place, or who the hell likes it enough to actually put it in their mouth. You just end up throwing it in a random closet for it to gather dust, and then eventually pass it on to the next poor soul that will do the same. The same is really no different here, aside from the fact that this one can speak… which in all honesty makes it the Anti-Christ of all fruit cakes everywhere. Now before I lay into this it ( yes I am going to use the term “it” again as I feel that if someone can’t be happy with the gender they were born they need to be shot ), I would honestly like to state, I don’t understand this new sub-culture of kids. Maybe I’m just getting old, who knows, regardless it makes no sense to me. Back in the day, it took intelligence, talent, or just a metric fuck-ton of money to make music, and get thousands of screaming followers that couldn’t lead their own lives if their precious MAC eyeliner was at stake. Now, apparently all you have to be is the following: More...
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