In case you didn't know, Nashville is a city in the United States. It is the supposed capital of country music (debatable), and also home of Pancake Pantry. It's a very pretty city, full of hills and wildlife and such, but one bad thing is that almost everybody there is really unfriendly. Every time we went to some store or restaurant we got the evil eye like we were about to make impossible demands of the people who worked there. Also, if you sing karaoke in Nashville get ready because everybody will be good and actually will get offended if you get up to the stage and are bad. In conclusion, Nashville, much like Austin, would be cooler if it wasn't for the Nashvillains, as I like to refer to them.RATING: 57%
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I wonder if this is some kind of natural law--cities that should be cool and fun are always full of total pricks. Portland, Maine is like that. So is Austin, TX. This girl in Austin looked at my wife's engagement ring and said, "So do you have a diamond to, like, show off that your husband has money?" I was like, "Yeah, bitch, we like to let it dazzle the lumpenproletariat from the window of our fucking Hummer." Probably if Austinites spent less money on nose candy, hippy bathroom products and fancy bicycles they could afford engagement rings, too.
I think I'm going to start warning people not to get me started on Austin.
My entire family is from Tennessee and lives around the Nashville area. They also make booze in the bathtub and always want you to drink it. I wish I was kidding.
Instead of an engagement ring, did the Austin girl have the word "spliff" tattooed on her tit?
Isn't there a photo somewhere of that chick? I think I remember Donald was in it too.
PS - Nashville is dope, and I'd drink some bathtub gin if I got a chance. Just light some of it on fire first to make sure you won't go blind after drinking it.
Did you sing bad karaoke in Nashville, Glenn?
I sing bad karaoke in Houston regularly, so I didn't think it'd be such an issue.
Remember when Mr. Foley made everyone in music class listen to you sing, and said, "See, Glenn has a good singing voice?"
That sounds pretty traumatizing, but I don't remember it at all. Weird.
Robyn wants to know what song you sang. And for that matter, so do I. At karaoke, I mean.
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