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Dear diary.
Local pre-watershed broadcast radio becoming increasingly contemptuous with its call-in contest questions: "Guess who doesn't like this song and why, and win $9,000 dollars and Oprah's -real- car!"
I mean, yeah, that sounds great on paper, but with no call-in number given and contest judges dressed as leprechauns taking turns masturbating each other outside of your laundry room window, and--let me tell you--it didn't sound fun to me before, and now... can confirm.
That being said, I always liked this song: and always will, in front of a boat, in front of an frozen moat, on a skateboard, on a waterboard, holding a clipboard... I don't care, depose me in front of my parents (like I give a shit)--just depose me, mother-(blank)-(blanket)-fuck-(blank)-bother, FUCK YOUR RULES.
You like them so goddam much, you should marry them, lolThat last one isn't for many of you, btw,
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