Damnit

[batskeets]

If the song stylings of Toby Keith make you want to jam a kebab skewer through your eardrums just to end the pain, you're *really* going to hate it when said songs are warbled, mushmouthed and off-key, by some old-and-decrepit schmuck who is camped out on the recumbent bike at the office gym.

(Srsly. I thought the dude was trying to talk to me, until I realized he was muttering phrases that rhymed.)