I say “potato”, you say “utterly forgettable.”
Even now, I occasionally shout “Tetsuo! Kaneda!” at inappropriate moments.
This band ends a song with someone screaming “We’re the greatest band in the world.” I might agree with them.
It’s fake Irish, like I used to think I was.
In which I reveal that I own a poo-scraping knife.
Girlfriend in a quesadilla, I know. This is serious.
I can’t promise that I’ll like it. But I can promise to hate the bass player’s hat.
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