This is my confession...

Good lord this is hilarious...courtesy of Moen's blog, I find this link:

http://mrsun.us/2004/08/way-i-rolled.html

The hi-larious account of a dad taking his kids to an Usher concert. This part destroys me:

If you are a teenage girl, Usher has a message for you:

• He wants to make love to you. (Oh my God! look at the way he looked at our section!)
• He is going to be very, very good at it. (Oh My God! Look at him dance and do those push-ups! He's so smooth!)
• After he makes love to you, he wants to maybe be your boyfriend and do things to get your parents to like him. (Oh my God! Look at him with those flowers, he is so sweet)
• Even if your folks don't like him, he will still continue to make love to you, even if you are wildly unpopular because he sees inside your soul to your inner sexiness, girl.

Three words on Usher: money making machine. I assume the guys are all okay with him under the Girls' Pants-Loosening Amendment to the Constitution of Manliness.

HA!!