I am, at this very moment, being tortured by Cee Lo Green.  Sunday, while I was gritting my teeth and suffering through the annual parish festival afternoon, I caught this song as it piped over the festival grounds.  It didn’t stick with me at the time, but when I woke up this morning, it had returned with a painful vengeance.

Yet one more reason to grouse about the summer church festival.  At least it was the radio-friendly version, I guess. The uncensored one might have raised a few eyebrows at the Bingo tent.

Oh, and by the way, “Cee Lo”?  What the hell kind of name is that, anyway?  The guy’s stage name sounds like a droid from Star Wars.  I liked it better when musically-inclined artists spent more time on their music than their marketing/“persona”.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I apparently need to go yell at some kids to get off of my lawn.

Pud’n