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-Throwing Muses

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Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number 100:
He has never tried to kill ANYONE with a forklift.

"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."
--Ian LacKaye

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!"