As catchy as the song Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke and Pharrell is, the lyrics (and uncensored video) put me off what otherwise would have been my song of the summer.
Fortunately this is a version I can get behind.
Nice work guys (including Mike Kelton and Douglas Widick). You made it less creepy, somehow.
It happened on Mother’s Day.
“I’m going to see Fifty Shades!” Mom announced with great excitement while she, my father and I had lunch at Pellegrino’s.
“What…I mean…movie isn’t made…bad…blergh…” I stammered in response.
Dad might have thrown down his napkin in disgust at this point. He doesn’t know exactly what Fifty Shades entails; only that he’s disgusted.
Almost simultaneously, Dad and I both blurted “let’s talk about something else.”
I gave my attention to the antipasto.
When I got home, I googled. I realized that my mom and her friends are going to see “Fifty Shades the Musical” at the Scranton Cultural Center. Honestly, I forgot it existed.
Starting tomorrow night, I’ll be avoiding Mom’s calls for three days. At least.
I don’t want to talk about Fifty, Mom!
- My mom is reading Fifty Shades of Grey
- Bon Iver erotica