So basically, my brother is watching an extremely annoying Good Charlotte concert on the TV behind me & I am about to rip my ear drums out. & possibly kick myself in the uterus because sadly, I still know half of these songs that my brother thinks are oh so cool from way back in the day when I used to listen to Good Charlotte on my own free time & enjoyed it. Man, those were the days. All I had to worry about was how my hair looked & hoping that everyone would notice how I had my fingernails painted black & call me "punk", even though I was wearing a pink Abercrombie t-shirt.. yeah.. those were the days.
I KNOW YOU ALL REMEMBER THINKING GOOD CHARLOTTE WAS COOL!