Discouraging Inbreeding.

Now under normal circumstances I appall country music and avoid it at every possible turn. Unfortunently for me 'normal circumstances' are rather infrequent. Basically my life is one unending streak of unluckyness.
In this case I have found myself the part of a car pool who make me want to bang my sister... if I had a sister that is. Let me elaborate.

Since fuel costs haven jumped in the past month I have started to car pool with a few people. Two guys have cars that get signifigantly better millage then mine. As such when they drive they choose the music. And one of the two seems to prefer ... country music.

Oh yeah...
What was I saying about if not for bad luck, Id have none at all?!?!?!

OK, believe it or not, I can tolerate a little country if I have something to gain from it and have some sort of distraction. In this case I usually read or sleep. with ear plugs in either way. Note to self, buy more earplugs.... or better car.

So there are these two older guys I work with. I say older meaning older then me. No sterio typing here people... yeah, I couldn't even type that with a straight face.

So these two older guys. One has such a variety of music tastes its almost laughable but almost all of it could be considered some kind of Rock. Personally I'm fine with that. I don't even mind it so much if a famed hard rock band decides to record a few "rap" songs.

But when someone crosses that line into country, they deserve to be drug out into the street and shot.

and burned...

and trampled...

and or run over a "few" times

then backed over again for good measure and the remains incinerated.

Please people. What is it that is so fascinating about this genera? Because almost all of it makes me want to poke out my ear drugs with a kobob roasting stick. MMM tasty ear drums.