I like to think I’m a fan of mediocrity. It’s something I rarely get close to but it’s good to dream. When I was pretending to be growing up, my sister would get away with everything, no matter how fast I ran after her. When I was growing up, there was no Bon Jovi but I still hated them. Back then, you couldn’t get a “Die Bon Jovi Die” t-shirt made up or take a hit out on anyone. I really wish I had of figured out a way of stopping them before they inflicted their pain on the good, happy people of the world. What I’m trying to say is, I’m not a Bon Jovi fan. I’m not sure lf this guy likes them but I do know who he does like:
He didn’t leave any room for his Justin Bieber tattoos.
That guy is far too credible for a Bieber tattoo!
No typos!
He’s hardcore.
Funny! But, and don’t hate me for what I’m about to say, I love Bon Jovi!
There’s more than one of you out there but if Sesame Street has taught me one thing, it’s that we can all co-exist, side by side, me to the soundtrack of Tom Waits and you to the tune of the so-called music that those guys insist on playing!
So, Bill Y , there are either a lot of Miley Cyrus fans who love this or a lot of whackadoodle Bill Y fans that love this or a lot of Bon Jovi non-fans. Not sure which but a lot of people loved this post! 🙂
If the Miley Cyrus fans realize how bad Bon Jovi are, then my work here is done!