"I don't wanna be your friend...."

[tastes_of_honey]

So I heard Kid Rock's "So Hot," sometimes subtitled "The Stripper's Anthem," and it's, uhm, genius. Ja. I'm particularly intrigued by the line "I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again." I'm sure he means that he's going to have dirty, kinky sex, but when I hear that line I can only think that it's Kid Rock and he's gonna fuck her badly and not worry about it.

Agree? Disagree?

Comments

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Ahahahah yes.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Yes! I'm not alone!

Thing is, it does sound like such a strip club song, but it really sounds a lot like the song Cherry strips go-go dances to in that spoofy part of Grindhouse that was Planet Terror so now there's this added layer of "Bwaahahahahaa!" to "So Hot" for me. Shambling zombies and an amputee chick with a chair leg prothesis for the win, ya know?

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, hold me back there. Twitch.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

You had to be there. It's fucking funny. The go-go dancer's Boyfriend With a Past later upgrades her to a machine gun prosthesis, and she becomes Kickass Amputee Girl. It's perfectly ridiculous.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Oh I don't doubt it was hilarious! I just don't find it sexy.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

That, my friend, is the point! And the irony. I just keep finding more things to laugh about regarding this song.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Yes- for the funny it's quite solid. For the sexy, no.

Probably says something about me that I thought about the sexy more, huh.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Mmm-hmm. Not that I'm complaining.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

...I hate blushing.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

But it's so cute! It must drive your guy wild.

I'm sorry. You're attactive and I like you, so I must flirt.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

...he prefers my smile, actually.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

I never said it was the only appealing thing about you. I and much of the rest of the Nexus have expressed admiration for your ass, for example....

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Well true, you have. Huh- I really didn't know I was attractive when I was blushing.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Well, you are, and it's also so cool when you can get a kickass guy to blush, so sweet. For example, I see every blush I get out of Aya as a victory.

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

I'm... not really that kick-ass. I kind of, uhm. Am giving that up.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

::Eyebrow raise. Followed by aborted facepalm.::

As long as that makes you happy. ::There might be a slight emphasis on the "you."::

[dickgrayson.livejournal.com]

Well, I... keep screwing up, whenever I try to be. And I matter to someone too much to put myself at risk.

[dimension-bitch.livejournal.com]

Kid Rock? Screw someone badly?

But he seems like such a charming, virile young man.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Anybody who spends that much time talking about his dick and what a pimp he is has something lacking and feels the need to prove himself. Plus! Pamela Anderson. I rest my case.

[dimension-bitch.livejournal.com]

Pamela Anderson is a wonderful young woman who knows what she wants! And I don't care what anyone says. Those breasts are real.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

She wants Kid Rock. No, Tommy Lee. No, Kid Rock. No, Tommy Lee. No, Kid Rock.

No matter what, some form of hepatitis or STD is involved, so this isn't a woman of good judgement.

[dimension-bitch.livejournal.com]

I have to agree on that one.

Oh, all my youthful dreams, shattered.

(though I'm comforted by my breasts being both sexier and all real.)

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

Real breasts are so much sexier. They're soft and you can play with them. You can rest your weary head on them. Pillows! They're so much nicer than bags with silicone or saline inside.

[dimension-bitch.livejournal.com]

And they move the right way. Silicone just doesn't move right.

[tastes-of-honey.livejournal.com]

They're just there, gravity-defying, stationary lumps of plastic. Bleh.