My dad stopped buying vinyl after my mom burped me out the babeslot. There wasn't much of a need to purchase shit your kids might potentially snap in half while playing topless toddler frisbee.
Guys, I don't like being an asshoel Joel, but I don't think most of you understand you're doing it wrong. I'm sure I'll come up with more after you assholes send in more music that's disgustingly packaged, but hey, here are another few examples of where you NEED TO GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT T
I'm pissed off motherfuckers. All of you talented and not so talented (I'm looking at you Ireland) musicians and artists out there are fucking up.
Death is weird for me to begin with. I'm constantly reminding myself of the feelings I held after the last friend of mine killed himself. I was dismissive of any other explanation besides it being his fucking fault.
I hurt from every fucking angle.