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And now for another installment of the Daily Sizzle...

The premier source for completely biased information about less than relevant subjects.

Now onto the news...

I am slightly different. I recognize that now that I am older, and I embrace it. I understand who I am, and I try not to shy away from being the real me, whether people like it or not. I can be coarse, stubborn, even unbelievably blunt, which has its good moments and bad. I am also a pretty funny person, who tries to interject humor into everything, which also has its good and bad moments. For example, at the birth of my daughter:

Wife: Hold my hand.
Me: No problem.
Doctor: Here sir, could you please stand right here and help me do...
Me: No Sir, I cannot.
Wife and Doctor Simultaneously: Why Not?
Me: Cuz' I don't know nuthin' bout birthin' no babies!

True story. Wrong thing to do while a pregnant woman has a hold of your hand. They have super human strength at that point, and I got pulled in closer for the kill shot, which came in the form of an open handed chop across my neck. Wasn't my finest moment. It was very funny though, at least to me, and let's be honest, that is usually all that matters.

I tell you that story to lay the groundwork for what I really want to say, which can only be explained through psychiatry I'm sure. I'm addicted to something that no adult male in their right mind should be addicted to.

I'm addicted to Teenie Bopper Pop Songs!

I get in the car, and instead of flipping on the sports talk, or the political talk like a grown person should, I immediately find the station playing my favorites, such as Ke$ha, The Biebs, Taylor Swift, Chris Brown, Karly Rae, fun., and all the others! I like the same songs that my 7 year old daughter likes. We sing them together in the car (she unfortunately couldn't carry a tune in a suitcase, but at least she isn't afraid to wail!). They are so damn catchy. I'm totally embarrassed. I will say this to kind of save some face here... I am only in my early 30's so it isn't that bad, right? It isn't like my mom who was trying to be cool in her 40's, listening to Juvenile and rapping back that ass up, but it is pretty bad. I admit it. That is the first step right??? I know that I have a problem with catchy pop tunes, and I'm looking for a cure, if there even is one. Or maybe I'm not. Nothing better than jamming out to a song that I have no earthly business jamming out to. But let's be honest here... Who wasn't singing "Call Me Maybe" all summer, or singing "Die Young" for the last month or so? They are like a drug, and I'm hooked for sure.

This is one of my first "interactive" news stories. I want you to put the song that you jam out to but probably shouldn't in the comment section, if you are brave enough to admit it. Some of you will. Most of you won't, and it's cool. Regardless, it was something that I needed to get off my chest, and I figured what better place than this!

Happy Tuesday!