I used to date a chick who was into stabbing pillows with shit. One time I got this awesome meat thermometer that doubled as a grill fork at a raffle for crosseyed golfers, and when I left this broad alone in my apartment for a few hours while I went out to intoxicate myself, I came back to a fucking massacre.
Feathers everywhere, the meat thermometer was beeping because the pillowz, they weren't teh cookedz, and there sat the psychopath in the tub taking a psychobath.
Thankfully Flavia & The Red, and their video for Too Late to Cry kind of turns me on instead of reminding me that the chick I had to deal with back in college was an actual fucking loon instead of an actress playing a part.
Or is she?
Love this band's sound, but have no intention of ever seeing them live out of fear she'll start stalking me like all these emcees out here on the streetz yo.
Go see them at Summerfest, but don't get too close bro bro.