I’ve just spent the last hour and half singing Tina Tenacious D’s First Album “Tenacious D”.
It’s just so fucking bloody brilliant. I love it, I’ve always Loved it and I’m confident I’ll always love it!
Then I just thought
Odd, I grew up (18 years old) listening to it with a friend who i’m sure wouldn’t like this album now. Maybe I should grow up.
But then I thought:
Growing up is just something people do when they don’t like their younger selves. Why the hell would I want to change when I’ve loved myself and who I am since, well just my whole life.
Big lovely tits!