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August
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- Text Substitution
- Apple Sucks
- Groovy JD Images
- Of Cake and Cats
- Really? Fall Already?
- More Metal Cello
- Apocolyptica
- Cooked Amps and Tiny WiFi Hotspots
- Rug U Want
- When in Doubt, Make Shit Up
- Peoria—Still Sounds Like a Gum Disease
- Sister Visit
- More Rain
- Gigantic Hair
- Microhoover
- Gold–plated Pig Guts
- RC Rocket Launcher
- Françoise Hardy
- Logos and Microwaves
- Plants and Ice Cream
- Mac mini
- Holiday Sinn
- $2M speakers
- Treehouse
- New York CITY?!??
- Quadruple Bass Pedal
- Schecter Guitars
- Three Button Hand Me Down
- Radio Shackizzle
- Hands at 10 & 2, Not on Whore
- My Room Circa 1976
- Rush Slut
- Miami Robot Vice Dork
- Superduperbird
- Anybody Else Sick of Twitter?
- The Pompawhat of Love?
- Trans Am Javelin
- Another Drive–in
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1 comment:
LOL.. He had cello face. I had to quit half way through. I just can't do that.
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