BRIEF REVIEW:
THE LAST TIME I UNFORTUNATELY CONCLUDED THAT I WAS BALLSY ENOUGH TO WITNESS THIS BAND LIVE, I SHAT MY PANTS SO FUCKING HARD THAT WHEN IT SPRAYED ALL OVER EVERY TOUGH THUG IN THE FACE WHEN I TRIED PULLING A PATHETIC HANDPLANT IN THE PIT. BEING THE WEAKLING I WAS, THE BAND STOPPED THEIR PERFORMANCE AND ORDERED ALL THE TOUGH-ASS SUBURBAN KIDS TO STOMP MY ASS OUT. BUT THE SHIT KEPT ON SQUIRTING OUT, IN THICKER AND THICKER LAYERS, AS THEY ENDED THEIR BEATING OF ME BY HANGING ME ON THE CEILING LIGHT BY MY BOXER. WHEN MY MOTHER ASKED ME WHAT WERE THE SMELLY STAINS AFTER LABOURING THROUGH A HARD DAY OF LAUNDRY, I MERELY SHOOK MY HEAD AND SUGGESTED A BAD NIGHT OF FOOD POISONING.
PLEASE STOP HURTING ME AT HARDCORE SHOWS! IT'S NOT NICE! WHY DO YOU THINK I HAVE TO EXERT MY ENERGY OF LOATHING ONLINE ALL THE TIME! BWAHH!!
I'M OFF TO CRY NOW FOR THE FIFTH TIME TONIGHT AT THIS MISERABLE PULP OTHERWISE KNOWN AS MY LIFE. BYE BYE BYE!
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