That don't impress me much

So I just came back from lunch with 2 of my co-workers.

Check this out:

3 guys cruising in a silver Mercedes Benz CLK 320, top down, crystal clear skies...

Sounds cool huh?  It was until my co-worker, eager to show off his Harmon Kardon sound system decided to play his favorite CD: Britney Spears.  Incredulous that he dare spoil his moment by playing dear ol' Britney, I asked him if he really liked her music... his response, "Yeah, I really like her.  Especially when she had the girl next door look in her high school days."  Uhhh... creepy man. 

He tried to turn the music up to show off his subwoofer... I said turn it down... I'd rather talk.

Thankfully, as we drove along (going no faster than 40 mph) the Britney Spears CD ended.  As I breathed a sigh of relief, the next CD began to play: Shania Twain.

Imagine this: 3 asian guys, nice Benz, top down, blaring Shania Twain's "I Feel like a Women." In case you're wondering, yes, it did feel like somebody castrated me.

For my co-worker, who we affectionately refer to as "The Thing," you may have a nice Benz convertible but to you I leave the immortal words of Shania Twain:

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night

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