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September 20, 2010


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>Can someone remind me exactly what is it that I liked about this when I was 13?

come on, man... are you searching for an apology? you liked it 'cause it wasn't what everyone else in your jr. high was listening too in nineteen eighty-whatever. just like me. i'd say the dick's kill from the heart was more what i was feeling during those formative years but any song with shout-outs to shows i watched during weekend sleepovers @ gram's was gonna be a fav.

ps - thanks for the dilla. i turned a contractor onto donuts while he was here helping me replace some kitchen floor tile.

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