HOWEVA, I don't suspect this will be it, but I need to get it over with early, for reasons that will be made clear in the weeks to come. Or will this be it??? Clearly, some people like it. It won a Grammy, after all. IT FUCKING WON A GRAMMY! Sorry, that just sunk in again.
This musical pustule is like that repulsive hookup of your friend's; the one that he keeps trying to justify his attraction to by desperately positing compromising scenarios in a futile attempt to sell you on her appeal.
Friend: "You don't think she's hot at all?"
Friend: "You don't even think she has great tits?"
Friend: "So you're trying to tell me you wouldn't do her?"
Marv: "Yes, I am."
Friend: "Not even if you were like, all fucked up at a party, and she came up to you and shit?"
Marv: "Go away."These are presented in no particular order, I swear, but I can't imagine a more visceral HATE than I feel for this one. Stay tuned to see if I can summon it up. As for now, I'm absolutely fuming over the mere act of simply typing the necessary keys to pull up this turd. Never...again.
I suffer for you. Make it worth my while. It's open.