"It seems that rather than reviving the revolutionary spirit of folk music, the industry has finally decided to cash in on the buying power of a major college-age demographic: the infuriating hemp-necklaced Abercrombie-clad faux-surfer bastards who are always raising their hands in your Spanish class and asking how to say “four twenty” as a means of pandering for high-fives to the retarded clones they consider friends. Who else but these idiotic, cultureless half-wits would be caught dead listening to somebody as unabashedly un-cool as Jack Johnson, or worse yet, the fish-faced Dave Matthews homunculus John Mayer?"
My friends and I discussed the matter, and concluded that hte only possible explanation for his continued existence is that he is an extremely good lover. Also, who could kill a Fraggle in cold blood?
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They were usually crap in bed. And their bedrooms smelled like goat.
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quatrociento y veinte
-- Something Awful: Your Band Sucks
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Fuck!
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"Doh- They are on the dude from that band that sounds like Klesmer meets ass!"
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