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Thursday, April 1
I HAVE NO APRIL FOOL'S PRANKS, SO IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR ANY, PACK UP YOUR SHIT AND LEAVE
Today we'll be talking about HOW DUMB MY GIRLFRIEND IS.
Hugo and The Girlfriend are chillin' out and listenin' to Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On?" title track.What's going on ...with her BRAIN AMIRIGHT?!
THE GIRLFRIEND: ...money, money... there's too many of you crying...
THE GIRLFRIEND: Isn't that what he sings?
HUGO: He's addressing his mother. His mother.
THE GIRLFRIEND: ...
Hey, that reminds me.
There's no denying John Mayer is a jerk-off. I mean, aside from his cuh-rrraazzzy antics, the interview where he tried to intellectualize a pathetically falsified white guilt by means of trivializing black opposition just put the icing on the fucking cake. He's redefined self-righteousness, and that is probably the lowest form of public persona as you can get.
But then I realized something else that irked me just as much, if not more, when I was listening to his "Battle Studies" album on my iPod the other day. I took a look at the cover art:
Which reminded me of Marvin's cover art:
How can such a talented dude be this jaded?
The sad part? Mayer likely assumes a "voice of his generation" status in his own mind.
Somebody, anybody, get this guy a friend.