tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21438308731300029162011-07-07T19:07:53.192-07:00Music From The POV Of An Outsider Who Still Only Buys CDsKeith John Shadowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05696008886600383363noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2143830873130002916.post-47632706769470602462010-07-28T00:25:00.000-07:002010-07-28T00:25:27.029-07:00

This Isn't About Music. Let's Just Say That Flat Out So We Don't Get Confused Later On... I Saw An Advertisement For Trojan Prophylactics. Their New Condom Is Lubricated On Both The Inside N' The Outside. Now, Maybe I'm Stupid, Maybe I Should Have Realised This Years Ago, But Is It Just Me, Or Are Trojan Actually Trying To Get You To Break The Condoms, So That You End Up Using The Whole Box In

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By BNL, I Mean, Of Course, The Barenaked Ladies. Don't Get Me Wrong, I Will Listen To Select Tracks Here N' There To Chill To, But Nothing Disturbs Me More Than When A Band Loses Their Oomph. I Blame Alanis. Plain N' Simple-That's The Truth-Irony Is Lost On Me Alanis Morrisette. See, She Was Edgy. She Was Hip To The Wrist. Talk To The Hand Attidudette. But Then She Released "So-Called Chaos",

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