#dat punk

The Internet Ruined Pharrell

Remember last year around this time? Everywhere you went, you could not escape that goddamn song. You know the one. It was everywhere. Bars. Cabs. BBQs. Rooftops. Cars. You’d frustratingly hum it as you walked down the street on a beautiful spring day. “We’ve come too faaaar,” you’d sing to yourself, “to give up who we aaaaare.” It’d be so stuck in your head you didn’t know how to get it unstuck. It was as if there was a tiny man inside your skull, handcuffed to your brain, constantly whispering “You’re up all night to get lucky / You’re up all night to get lucky / You’re up all night to get lucky / You’re up all night to get lucky” on repeat until it drove you so insane you never wanted to get laid again because you didn't want anyone to ever say the words "get lucky" to you ever again until the end of time.