BRIEF REVIEW:
EATING STUFF?! THIS ALBUM MAKES ME FUCKING HUNGRY! THE LAST THING I'VE EATEN ALL WEEK WAS A HUGE SKANKHOLE PUSSY WHICH I INITIALLY AGREED TO PAY THE BITCH $50 BUCKS TO EASILY ACCESS. IT TURNED OUT THAT I ONLY HAD $35 BUCKS IN THE END, AND THE NIGHT ENDED IN A DISASTER WHEN SHE CALLED HER HOMEBOY PIMPS AS THEY ROLLED BY IN A CONVERTIBLE POPPING THOSE GODDAMN CAPS UP MY THROAT. THE LAST FEW MOMENTS OF MY LIFE PASSED BY MY EYES AS I GAGGED FOR MY BREATH, MAKING INHUMAN NOISES THAT ONLY FANS OF DISTURBED CAN APPRECIATE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH MAN, THAT FRONTMAN DAVID DRAIMAN, WHAT A FUCKING JEW. I BET HIS WEALTHY BUSINESS-LEADING JEW-JEW PARENTS RAISED HIM IN A MANSION WHILE PAYING FOR HIS PRIVATE TUITIONS ON AN ANNUAL BASIS JUST SO HE COULD GROW UP AND BE THE BIG NU-METAL APE HE BECAME. HIS FAMILY ANTICIPATES FOR THE BAND TO RETURN TO PLAY A HOME SHOW, WHERE THEY WAITS IN THE AUDITORIUM WITH CLOWNSUITS WAITING TO START AN EXCLUSIVE PUSH MOSH PIT. FUN! NOW SING ME ANOTHER MTV HIT SINGLE, BUDDY, AND START TO GET ME TO BELIEVE (ON YOUR CAREER'S SUCCESS THAT IS).
OH GOD SOMEBODY PLEASE MAKE ME FEEL BETTER AND GO HOP OFF A CLIFF? PRETTY PLEASE? I DON'T GET THIS... I SATISFY YOU CLOWNS BUT NONE OF YOU EVER DO ANYTHING TO PLEASE ME IN RETURN!! I LIKE FUN, DO YOU LIKE FUN? YOU LIKE FUN? OH OK.
FUCK OFF
