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FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD!!
Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number 100:
"To me, music is no joke and it's not for sale. People who do [licensing] aren't necessarily wrong for it, but it's like paying your rent with prostitution. We should be asking why that economic system is in place at all. It's snake oil."
Bob the Angry Flower demands TRIBUTE! KNEEL BEFORE HIS MIGHT
Want more spew? If you need to calm down, read some haiku.
And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:
Get out that second pair of pants for: Spotted Khaki Underwear for My Second Mr. Telemarketer! From Yoyodyne's Cat-Brigade series. John Davidson pleads, "Help me! Oh-oh, I did poopies!"