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You may perhaps be aware that Metallica once played a concert with the New York Symphony Orchestra, or someone. Either way, the thing was called "Symphony and Metallica" (PSSST. S&M: LIKE BONDAGE!) and released as a record and a DVD.
And played in my living room for six hours, or something. While mister fucking "toploader singer" look-a-like tapped along on the sofa arm.
Now, this was going to be a really, really long post listing everything wrong up to this point, but the point is they're all pricks and there's been a roaring argument last night. They're, largely, in the wrong, and I'm pissed off. Things have moved beyond "cultural differences" and are now involving things like the dishes, and their habit of cleaning stuff up without asking me to help, or even telling me it's cleaning up day, and then getting pissed off when I don't help or when I clean up on the wrong day. This was going to be 10,000 lines of bile but I guess I'll make it snappy instead. |
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