Jimmy Buffett…I just…I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Who doesn’t like cheeseburgers, booze in a blender, sandy beaches, Mexico…muthafuggin paradise?
Hey…I like n’ love ALL those things, but the one thing that all that shit has in common is Jimmy Buffett…and I. Hate. Him.
Jimmy Buffett can suck a nut. I can get down with a lot of what he represents…gettin’ drunk, screwin’, and being goddamn lazy all day, but his music seriously blows.
What kinda music would yah call his shit anyway? Pop? Country? Trop Rock? Whatever the right “genre” Jimmy Buffet has a special place in my “suck trunk” right along with Creed, Evanescence, and Kelly Clarkson.
Welcome Buffet…you’ll fit right in.
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Having spent my formative years in West Palm Beach, Just a little across the water from the ‘Land of The Painfully Wealthy’, aka; the island of Palm Beach, where Jimmy Buffet lives. And this is where he did the one thing that doesn’t involve a bucket of suck- He opened up a Krispy Kreme. Before then, it was a 50 mile trip to Ft. Lauderdale for the love known as a warm glazed Krispy Kreme donut with a double espresso on the side. I was there opening night, along with half a dozen police directing traffic, and about fifty cars lined up for drive-thru! ( I ate four on the way home! ) So, while Jimmy Buffet makes gawdawful music, enjoys questionable beverages, his taste and dedication to good donuts is without parallel.
I miss you, Krispy Kreme.
You wrote this blog entry in my bed. Just sayin’…
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