Why my mother would either make a shitty DJ, or a most awesome one.

I asked my mother which CDs my father would like for Christmas, and she proceeded to tell me which discs to buy. I quote:

1. That CD with the song by the chick who sings about "I want to go to the beach and tell everyone to fuck off."

2. A CD by that one with the hair and the nice voice. Have you heard her? You know who she is, right?

3. He also really likes that Spanish cucaracha one who I can't stand.

4. And maybe some of that one who's like Rachael Ray, only worse.




(Answer Key: 1. Sheryl Crow, "All I Wanna Do"; 2. Sarah Brightman; 3. Astrud Gilberto; 4. I have no fucking idea, and I don't want to know.)