1 I Am
2 Up In Smoke
3 I Feel Like I’m Taking Crazy Pills
4 Showdown
5 My Pet Monster
6 I D.a.r.e. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
7 Absolut Balderdash
8 A Nice Night For A Neck Injury (suck Brick Kid)
2 Up In Smoke
3 I Feel Like I’m Taking Crazy Pills
4 Showdown
5 My Pet Monster
6 I D.a.r.e. David Bowie To Drive Drunk
7 Absolut Balderdash
8 A Nice Night For A Neck Injury (suck Brick Kid)
BRIEF REVIEW:
WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED A SOUTHERN HARDCORE BAND COULD HAVE POSSIBLY ORIGINATED FROM THE NORTHEST OF ALL NORTHERN PRAIRIES IN BUMFUCK, CANADA? NICE TRY YOU FUCKING POSERS, YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY GETTING NOWHERE WITH COMPOSING GENUINELY AUTHENTIC MUSIC. BUT LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, THIS IS THE TRENDY FUCKING PRE-PUBSCENT TEENYHOPPING SOUTHERN MOSH BAND FOR THE LIKES OF ALL OF YOU MINISCULE, UNDERDEVELOPING ARM-FLAILING FAGGOTS!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO-TONED COON-TAILED BITTIES? CAN'T YOU DRUNKEN IDIOTS GO PERFORM YOUR WEEKEND TEENAGE-MATING RITUALS ELSEWHERE INSTEAD OF ON THE DANCE FLOOR? JUST AS I THOUGHT MYSPACE WAS THE ONLY THING RUINED BY YOU DEFORMED ANIMALS. REFRAIN FROM IRRITATING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF ME WITH YOUR PLASTIC, SUPERFICIAL LOVE LIVES FULL OF BULLSHIT THAT'S SO TRIVIAL IT MAKES ME WANT TO RATHER LIVE INSIDE OF A NAILED COFFIN, YOU STUPID SHITS. REGARDLESS OF WHICH, I'LL STILL MANAGE TO LOOK BETTER WITH MY HALF-DECEASED CORPSE TWO WEEKS AFTER DISCOVERY THAN YOUR RIDICULOUSLY ABUNDANT BASTARDIZATION OF FACE WITH ALL THAT CHEAP MAKEUP FROM YOUR MOTHER'S PROSTITUTION CABINETS, YOU FUCKING SKANKY ASS WHORES.
NEXT TIME I SEE ONE OF YOU RAMBUNCTIOUS BITTIES I'LL POUND YOUR HEAD RIGHT INTO YOUR FLIRTING MATE'S DICKHOLE UNTIL YOU'RE FORCEABLY DISORIENTED WITH THE FOUL AROMA OF HIS GONNORHEA-INFESTED SEMEN. HOW'S THAT FOR MOTION SICKNESS LOVE YOU STUPID PREMATURE LITTLE SHITS?
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO-TONED COON-TAILED BITTIES? CAN'T YOU DRUNKEN IDIOTS GO PERFORM YOUR WEEKEND TEENAGE-MATING RITUALS ELSEWHERE INSTEAD OF ON THE DANCE FLOOR? JUST AS I THOUGHT MYSPACE WAS THE ONLY THING RUINED BY YOU DEFORMED ANIMALS. REFRAIN FROM IRRITATING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF ME WITH YOUR PLASTIC, SUPERFICIAL LOVE LIVES FULL OF BULLSHIT THAT'S SO TRIVIAL IT MAKES ME WANT TO RATHER LIVE INSIDE OF A NAILED COFFIN, YOU STUPID SHITS. REGARDLESS OF WHICH, I'LL STILL MANAGE TO LOOK BETTER WITH MY HALF-DECEASED CORPSE TWO WEEKS AFTER DISCOVERY THAN YOUR RIDICULOUSLY ABUNDANT BASTARDIZATION OF FACE WITH ALL THAT CHEAP MAKEUP FROM YOUR MOTHER'S PROSTITUTION CABINETS, YOU FUCKING SKANKY ASS WHORES.
NEXT TIME I SEE ONE OF YOU RAMBUNCTIOUS BITTIES I'LL POUND YOUR HEAD RIGHT INTO YOUR FLIRTING MATE'S DICKHOLE UNTIL YOU'RE FORCEABLY DISORIENTED WITH THE FOUL AROMA OF HIS GONNORHEA-INFESTED SEMEN. HOW'S THAT FOR MOTION SICKNESS LOVE YOU STUPID PREMATURE LITTLE SHITS?
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