Tfw an extremely drunk you hitchhikes in front of a drive thru entrance because the dining room is closed and the drive thru isn't and someone picks you up and helps you on your journey to delicious chicken nuggets. They could've still been frozen for all I know, but they saved my life.

You get over past stresses, hear a lot of your favorite songs on the radio, have a breakfast of eggs and turkey sausage and a chocolate vanilla coffee, and are listening to a Johnny Cash album. I don't care what people say about George Strait. In terms of album quality, Johnny Cash is the real king.

By the way, I like Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go more than I should.

You live in some kind of strange world, man, everyone loves Johnny Cash.

TFW you don't even remember this.

Yeah, but I still here and read about how George Strait is the "king of country" since he has so many hit country singles. Even Garth Brooks got that nickname (source wikipedia), but not Johnny!

Ah yes, I stand corrected.

I'd say that Cash doesn't need any popular pet names to be the king.

Johnny can evoke ANY emotion no matter what the tune. He can evoke sadness in an energetic tune. He can sing about happiness in the slowest, heartbreaking moments. He pulls it off and makes them classics.

Sure.

OK, not everyone loves him. My dad knows a guy who loves country, but has never even heard of Johnny Cash, Charlie Daniels, Marty Robbins, etc. He's the Taylor Swift kind of guy.

You know what? I take that back. Everyone loves him, because that guy doesn't even qualify as human.

TFW when I can't tell whether Frownland actually means this statement, or is engaging in an opportuny to sound ironic.

Los dos. Although there is the possibility that we find it funny for different reasons.