From all indications, my neighbor's kid has taken up the electric guitar. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna drive a railroad spike through my left temporal lobe now.Before I do that, I have more aural news to report. JT's new single makes me wanna move it. Thanks to Max for the heads up.
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Might I suggest you trim YOUR shrubbery with an electric hedge trimmer oh, say..around 7AM when Mr. pimple-butt rocker is trying to sleep. Be sure and crank the gasoline-powered leaf blower for quick and easy clean-up.
Oh, how sweet of you, Quin! You'd take care of me after I ablated my temporal lobe with a crudely forged spike? Really? The jazz fusion guitar sounds marv. Any kind of playing would be fine with me, but this is just a constant screeching caterwaul. I did crank up my On-The-Go mix and piped it throughout the house, indoors and out. Dashboard Confessional and Nelly Furtado seem to have done the trick. For now.
Michael, so spiteful! Can we kiss now? Or rub tummies?
We can kiss, now. And later.
Hey, at least he isn't playing the drums!
paul
it might be more efficacious to drive the spike in the L temporal lobe of the Neighbor's kid rather..
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