C'mon, people. I can think of nothing more annoying than AC/DC. The cold, high shriek of whatever the hell the lead singer's name is just carves though my soul like an ice pick (this coming from a guy who listens to Dead Kennedys and Green Day). The fact that a band that has absolutely no artistic merit commands such a massive following is perpetually insulting to my existence. Me and my brother watched them on Saturday Night Live once (the one with The Rock) and he says to me, "This is the lamest band I've ever seen."

Lame musical "talent" that is less lame than AC/DC

-Hootie and the Blowfish

-Something Corporate

-Limp Bizkit

-Korn

-Mariah Carrey (Did I spell that right? Wait, I don't give a fuck.)

-Cheryl Crow

-Every song ever sung on American Idol

-Shania Twain

-N'Sync

Trust me, the list goes on. In fact, it's too difficult to come up with a list of lame music that's less lame than AC/DC. The simple thing to do is list the music that's more lame than AC/DC. The work is done for you because nothing on earth is more lame than AC/DC. Not even disabled people who have lame body parts or the the lame duck clause in the US Constitution is more lame. Period.

Things I'd rather do than listen to AC/DC

-Watch Spongebob Squarepants (because no cartoon is more lame)

-Watch Duckman (Wait, there is a cartoon more lame than Spongebob Squarepants.)

-Go to church

-Wrestle an alligator (because the alligator wouldn't stand a chance)

-Watch Heroes (which I like to call "Lamos," because it's almost as lame as Ugly Betty)

-Deliver food to that fat guy who lives by juvenile hall who always orders no less than four 2-liter Mountain Dews plus four orders of mozzarella sticks and four Italian dinners (spaghetti, veal, eggplant, take your pick) and usually a big-ass salad amounting to roughly 40 dollars every time that I have to lug up two flights of stairs and his house smells like some mixture of piss, rotten eggs, and Sally Struthers and he's got this big-ass old-man-of-the-mountain beard and a bald spot in his long, unwashed hair and he always answers the door without his shirt on treating me to a fantastic view of his massive man-breasts and nipples the size of dinner plates. And he never tips.

Yes, THAT is how lame AC/DC is. I need to draw up plans for a retroactive death ray so I can wipe them from the space/time continuum.