this is not pitchfork

You can’t listen to it in front of your parents and you can’t listen to it in front of your kids, so you just have to find a bunch of like-minded immature people who laugh at jokes about those less fortunate than you, who see farting contests as high culture or listen to Skid Row when nobody’s watching. Yea, I’m talking about you. Come on, you felt a slight sense of camaraderie with the BHG while downing your vodka Slurpie and singing:

Eat Spam from the can watch late night C-Span
And rock out to old school Duran Duran.

That was just me?

Doesn’t matter. All I know is that when I was at some real low point in my life and I was slouched in a chair sipping on my vodka Slurpee (seriously, you have never done that?) wondering, does any of this matter? Fire Water Burn came on and the completely lackadaisical way in which he sings “the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire” summarized my entire existence right then and there, and if drunkenly singing the lyrics “I dont know mofo if yall peeps be buggin give props to my ho cause she all fly” doesn’t make you laugh at yourself, nothing will.

This album is offensive to almost everyone, juvenile in its humor and devoid of any thoughts deeper than your average fart joke, but it makes me smile and sometimes that’s all that matters, especially when vodka Slurpees are no longer an option.

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