Have you ever noticed the percentage of songs on the radio that have to do with love? Seriously, pay attention one day, and you’ll find that like 95% of them do.
That’s garbage. Love is gee golly swell and all, but why do I have to be bombarded with it nonstop all day long? Like, sing to me about other stuff, like groceries, or bowling, or clearing the drain in my shower.
It irritates me. Unless my love life is going well, then in that case, yay love give me more love songs.
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