Blurred Lines

So because my car is still in the shop my mother somehow put possession of her boyfriend's car into my hands, temporarily. It is big, heavy and luxurious. Like a tank. Anyway, I was listening to whatever was in that car when I heard a familiar beat.

Dan dan dan dan dan dan dan dan dan
jsdlfjakld oh dfjksdljf oh oojdofaj oh odfjaodsjf oh
oh OH oh OH oh OH oh OH oh OH...
sorry sorry sorry ...

Either my mom listens to Super Junior or her boyfriend does, which to me is a sign that they're much closer to our generation. I didn't even know they that stuff. Then again, my aunt absolutely loves Justin Timberlake.

Bad story telling. I just thought it was really funny as I was driving home from work.