You know why I’ll never sit in the front row at the Grammys?
So, geeks with blogs don’t call me on my lack of funkitude when they have a big funk tribute, and I’m in the sea of 20-something white people (and Ellen DeGeneres) that a wheezing George Clinton stumbles down from the stage to boogie with, yo.
Eeeew! She going to need to be immunozed or something. Give up the funk, dude!
The funk rocked!