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my girlfriends' neighbors are grunge as fuck, nothing but bush on the stereo and playing bush on the acoustic guitar, and they asked us to set their part of the duplex on fire to embrace the soul of kurt cobain while high on maryland meth with them shooting up seattle mud and screaming "KURT!!!!"
well.........they didn't ask to be set on fire, but they will be, you can't be grunge as fuck until you are aflame
and no i haven't figured out how to keep jenn's side of the house unburnt, but i expect snoopy and woodstock and a hand pushed water pumper to the rescue will be at hand
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