Credit where credit is due
I quit paying for Premium on YouTube for personal reasons. Put simply, I don’t care to pay for what is predominantly drek.
YouTube can’t simply say Goodbye. They say, “You thought that was bad? It can and will get sooooo much worse.”
And it has. One more ad about “stuck poop” or one that starts “is your vagina stinky?” and I’m going to buy a gallon of white-out and redact more words than the Epstein Files editors ever dreamed of.
But…I gotta say, whoever wrote the song - jingle - for your malfunctioning thyroid deserves a Grammy for sheer dogged determination. “They want a song about this? Fine. I’ll write a song about this, dadgummit!”
YouTube can’t simply say Goodbye. They say, “You thought that was bad? It can and will get sooooo much worse.”
And it has. One more ad about “stuck poop” or one that starts “is your vagina stinky?” and I’m going to buy a gallon of white-out and redact more words than the Epstein Files editors ever dreamed of.
But…I gotta say, whoever wrote the song - jingle - for your malfunctioning thyroid deserves a Grammy for sheer dogged determination. “They want a song about this? Fine. I’ll write a song about this, dadgummit!”
