I hate it when you're hanging out getting stoned with one of your buddies, and you get up to change the CD, and you sit back down and the song comes on, and your buddy hears it and smiles and nods his head slowly and says, "Gooo-ood choice."
Fuck you. Am I some fucking doofus who intentionally puts the crappiest music imaginable in the CD player so often that it's such a total dick-stiffening shock when I manage to play something that actually meets your fucking approval? Fuck you, asshole. I don't give a flying fuck what you think of my fucking taste in music, and you can shove "good choice" right up your fucking ass.
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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.