Now that we've established that, I'm just gonna come out and say it: I'm sick of Adele.
No, not sick in the way that the majority of songs by, say, Rihanna (that's how you spell her name, right?) annoy the dickens out of me, or how any music by Justin Bieber inspires rage in anyone with functioning testicles. I'm sick of Adele because there's too much of her.
She came up with probably three songs that I enjoyed listening to for a while, even taking into consideration the impossible physics of flammable H2O. And that one song where the chorus brings to mind the strangulation of a trumpet. But fine, she's not bad as a singer.
But when the radio spams her again and again and again... There's only so much you can take in more than 17 times a day before you get utterly sick of it. With the exception of Transformers. The 1986 movie, not that Michael Bay crap. The Lion King is a close second. To the good Transformers, not that Michael Bay crap.
So anyways, the point of this post is, I absolutely hated Transformers 3.
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