The McCarty Metro - Jerry's World

Well I am sick and tired of those McCarty Grandbrats telling me how good that “Glee” TV Show is. That show is nothing like real high school and just thinking about it makes my butt burn more than when I sat on the Radiator in Mrs. Smith’s 2nd Grade Classroom in Parkman Elementary. We didn’t need no musicals about school when we were growing up and we were better off for it!!

Anytime anything happens, those Singing Sissies are singing and dancing about it. They take a test they sing. They break somebody’s car window they sing. When I was a kid the only time we sang in school was when they made us. And even then we usually just moved our lips. And the only time I dance at Henry Ford II High School was after a wedgie! We didn’t sing and we only danced to get underwear out of our buttcrack, but we were happy with what we had!

And those Show Choir Shut-ins will be all excited about that Mr. Schuester, who is the teacher on the Glee TV Show. “Ewwwww… he’s so dreamy.” When we were kids we had Mrs. Collins for Glee Club who was a 50 year old divorcee who taught hard and drank hard. She had a canteen of Jack Daniels that she would drink out of during the class. She slurred her words more than Dick Clark doing the 2010 New Year’s Eve countdown, but we didn’t care, we loved it!!.

And those Blah Blah Band Accompanists pull all kinds of instruments out of nowhere. They got trombones, tubas, electric guitars, drums, even a French Horn. Well, Whoop de doo and Didgeridoo. When I was a kid, we had three instruments in Music Class. You got a Triangle, a Wood Block, or some Bells. And they all sounded like crap. Sure we sounded like a woodpecker eating a tin can, but we didn’t care. We loved it.

So you watch your crappy Glee TV Show, but I’m going to the local High School and start an old fashioned Glee Club and I’m gonna have Mrs. Collins come and pass out Triangles to everyone. I just hope some singing kid in a wheelchair doesn’t give me a wedgie.