The Sea Is Terrible And Full Of Garbage
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Heart Rate Pressure | I Love The Night | Producer Craig's Upside Down Frisbee Mushroom Plate | Zombie Ritual | Everybody In The World Is Doing Fine | No Homework | Jon Hamms Ham | Something Goes Wrong | Just Listen To Me | You Win Perfect | Even Chris Rock | What Else Is Blue |
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131: The Pain Of Being Right All The Time
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130: A Van That Runs On Cash
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Any similarities to any person living or dead is hella on purpose. Someone ask Paul Stanley not to sue us please. Thx.
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129: The Same Day Every Day
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128: Andrew That's A Lamp
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127: Urban Legends Of Male
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126: Dorf Goes 9/11 - A Tribute
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125: Traditional Japanese Rubber Mattress
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In which we discuss the impending PTSD breakdown of Garlic John, the Gilgo Beach Killer.
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124: Hardbodies
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123: Johnson Are You Close?
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info_outlineFuck. I'm just watching this Gang Of Four clip over and over again and it is making me depressed as shit. Has this shit just been strait prozac-ed out of the population? Is this just how we all go out, in this ever increasing wave of blandness? Everyone just feels four emotions now? The fuck did Proust exist for? People lived and died and suffered and created these incredibly textured works of art, things that allowed for empathy and greater understanding of existence, the commonalities between man, the sixteenth notes of existence itself. And for what? So I could see Star Wars and be fucking condescended to by an army of script writers just so some jerk off doesn't have to face an uncomfortable conversation with his kid?
Fuck. Feel something uncomfortable. Invent a new feeling. Sit in a room and figure it out. Stop being so fucking boring. Stop being a weak piece of shit.