I’m an admitted rap music listener. I’m also an admitted terrible music listener. So, it should come as no surprise that right now I kind of love Lil’ Wayne’s latest, Bedrock. (As in, “Call me Mr. Flinstone, I can make your bed rock.”)
In the song, there is a line that goes “She’s watching that Oxygen, I’m watching ESPN.” Makes sense, right? (Or, you know, as much sense as rap lyrics make in general.) However, every single time I hear the song (which, we’re getting into the millions now probably), I think he’s saying “She’s watching that dachshund jam.”
Seriously. Every. Single. Time.
And then, I smile to myself like a crazy person as I think about a dachshund jam, which in my mind would consist of happily dancing dachshunds. Probably in a club. Obviously. Dachshunds jamming, you know?
And this, my friends, will be the blog entry they refer to when I am finally declared officially insane.