It all started when a coworker asked what the song of the day should be. I, being the nostalgic person that I am and wondering what happened to those poppy '90s teen singers that danced through half of their music videos, said it should be "Baby One More Time."
Now how evil is that title? Makes you think the lyrics are "Baby, hit me one more time."
I hate you Britney. I hate that your lyrics are actually, "hit me baby one more time." I also hate your childlike innocence mixed with dark lipstick and tummy exposed school blouses. But what I really hate is that I'm lying and in fact, I am secretly a gay man and love Britney. I also love sequins (hey how 'bout that, I am a gay man).
Now I'm short a root beer. Fiddle sticks.
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