
BRIEF REVIEW:
I'D HYPE THIS ALBUM UP MYSELF PERSONALLY BUT I'M SURE IT'S ALREADY BEEN DONE BY A TEDIOUS AMOUNT OF YOU ROTTENLY SPOILED SUBURBAN KIDS WHO CLAIM YOU'RE EDGE JUST DUE TO THE FACT THAT YOU'RE SIX YEARS BELOW THE LEGAL AGE OF EVER ENTERING A BEER STORE WITHOUT BEING HANDCUFFED AND THROWN INTO THE INTERROGATION DUNGEON. YOU SEE, I'M FAR FROM BEING STRAIGHT EDGE MYSELF. IN FACT, I'M GHEY EDGE. BEING STRAIGHT MEANS I HAVE TO LIKE WOMAN, WHICH I DO NOT. LAST TIME I CHECKED, I MAY VERY WELL BE ONE MYSELF. GENDER IS A VERY OBSCURE AND UNDEFINED THING! OH THE BEAUTY.
BUT WAIT, IF BEING STRAIGHT MEANS YOU HAVE TO LIKE WOMEN, AND BEING EDGE MEANS THAT YOU HAVE THE ABSTAIN FROM PROMISCUOUS SEX... THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT AT ALL? FIRST ONE WHO CAN CONCISELY ANSWER TO MY CURIOSITY IN THE COMMENT SECTION OF THIS ENTRY RECEIVES A FREE BROWNIE (FROM VARIOUS INGREDIENTS I SHALL NOT GO INTO AS OF CURRENT.)