Glee sucks balls because: It deals with teenage problems that no-one gives a shite about in the real world, never mind for entertainment purposes. It plays covers of pop songs and plays them over miming wankers.
I did endure a full 10-15mins of this just to comment on your views Shame-ass!
Now, for some things that sound like Glee, but are not.
Me. Wonderful. Need I elaborate?
Brie. A type of cheese that equals Glee in taste(or lack thereof).
Bree. A death metal scream that mimics the sound of a pig being slaughtered. Very tasty. Pork friendly, anti-Semitic and most of all, good over some blast beats. Reference "Waking The Cadaver" for an idea of bree. It's the type of thing to be done when you run out of lyrics, or simply don't want to use them. More musical value than that well structured high octave conditioned voice that you might hear otherwise in pop.
Drink some whiskey and fuck off.
Gee. Another delicacy. A type of steak and fish, situated roughly between a woman tits and her thighs.
Pee. Primarily used for spelling your name in snow, making the soil acidic levels rise and expressing your sexual preferences to a horse.
Wii. A game console that requires effort. This does not go down well with your common fat dweeb.
Tree. Where money grows.
E. A drug made from MDMA, rat poison and whatever else is under the sink of your local dealers house.
Degree. Something you'll never obtain if you take me seriously.
Knee. A small version of your elbow, often found in your disagreeing face.
Disagree. Something you don't do when I'm talking.
Plea. I hear it everyday. Because I can do everything.
Banshee. Can be found with a tub of ice-cream and saggy breasts complaining about men.
Debris. Always seems to fall from planes over Iraq BY ACCIDENT.
CD. Better than a VHS cassette, worse than a Frisbee.
Bee. Don't hit their hives with a stick. That's fucking stupid.
Guarantee. I never said this blog would be good.
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