Glee, Enough is Enough.

For the last year or so, I’d like to think that I have been fairly tolerant of the American Whingey-Teenager series Glee.

But then, God help us all, the covers. THE COVERS. Walking on Sunshine. Lean on Me. Sweet Caroline. All good songs, raped and pillaged by the auto tuned nasal bitches at Glee.

At least, as I regularly comforted myself, they haven't  touched Bohemian Rhapsody.

How wrong could I be.

Feel free to kill yourself

To put it extremely lightly, I was angry.

Enough’s enough Glee, you touched the holiest of holy of classics, you will pay. I wish to punch everyone of you in your smug faces.

Have a nice weekend!