There's only one thing more pathetic and enfuriating than a grown man talking about his f**lings. That one thing? A grown man singing about his f**lings while playing an acoustic guitar. God that pisses me off. Which is why I personally nominate "Hey There Delilah" by the Plain White T's for the award for the single shittiest song in all of recorded history. God I fucking hate that song.
Not only is that song played to death on the radio, and not only does it suck monkey nut, it's three minutes of girly fucking f**ling talk by a man who couldn't be more feminine if he sprouted a pair of boobs and had a period. Every time I hear that sensitive fucking fruitcake whine "Oh, it's what you do to me...," it makes me want to kick the shit out of that guy. I'd say it makes me want to kick him in the balls, but I'm not sure that emotional girlie man even has any. So a boot to the face will work. Assuming Delilah is a female, and not a code word for "Lance" or "Vinnie," you just know she wears the pants in that relationship. What an embarassment to men everywhere. Jesus H. Christ, grow a pair already.