Dante injures his foot 'cause of all the names droppin out of his mouth (just like last time and the time before that), but tells a great story bout Uncle Rick, the bitchiness of the JDL, nineteen-eighty-NINE the number/another summer, and a giant tank swooping in and saving Chuck D and therefore saving me a whole lot of future heartbreak. As a result, I am pleased to announce that for the first time in my life, I can say with some level of seriousness: Thanks, law enforcement!
Press play. Welcome to the, how do you say, terrordome.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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