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Oh my, too late. I can feel the paradox about to explode, like the shards of agony that were once my back when the younger mutant hit me. He was younger, and faster, and tougher, and did I mention younger and tougher? Angstangstangsthookers.
...Wait, holy crap, I just turned into Frank Miller's Batman for a minute there. It really is coming apart!
Yeah, I just try not to drink much before I sing, no matter the venue. But something about Rock Band at a friend's house just makes it...eesh. Only song made better by that is March of the Pigs. |
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