Last week the old man and I were arguing – can’t remember about what now, but I’m sure it was something along the lines of pee on the toilet seat or dirty dishes under the bed – and anyway, I threatened to out him as a Nickelback fan.

Yeah, that’s right…I’m dating a Nickelback fan. Now, keep in mind that I didn’t know this when we first started dating. Hell, I’m not even sure I’d heard any Nickelback “songs” at that point – it’s been that long. But one day, one horrible, horrible, day, I found a Nickelback CD in his car. Not only did he like the band, but he actually liked them enough to burn $20 on one of their crappy CDs.

The silver lining in all of this is that, whenever we disagree about anything, or when I do something dumb (like smoke the microwavable popcorn so badly that he goes into an asthmatic fit and the kitchen walls turn grey), all I have to do is pull out my trump card – the Nickelback CD – and he shuts his pie hole like that. Yes, the abomination that is Nickelback is that powerful, folks.

So anyway, I threatened to out him, but the bastard beat me to it. He claims that he only listened to the CD a few times and then tossed it under his car seat in disgust, where it sat until that fateful day that I found it. Only that’s not where I found it – it was in his CD player! Don’t believe his lies, everyone. Despite his protestations to the contrary, I think he’s still a closet Nickelback fan. At least have the cajones to admit it, hun. I’ll still love you. I might not respect you, but I’ll still love you.

- K

Originally posted @ www.kellygarbato.com/blog/2005-05-29/
Filed under: Your Featherhead — Kelly @ May 29, 2005 1:42 pm

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