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It’s just one of those long-winded extended metaphors of Geoff’s / The kind with too many syllables and you want less. Get out your...
Hey, daddy-o, climb into a dangerous automobile and return with us to a time that did not occur. We'll embrace the domino theory and...
No, no, Mr. Bungle was my father's name. Call me Alvin. Steadily reduce your slap bass usage while we ask: Can you have it...