This woman is driving me up the wall. Her horrendous music is played everywhere, she shows up on my PC to constantly taunt me and I have nightmares about her flat ass. She's driving me crazy.
What do people see in this fraud? Why do record companies cater only to teens, tweens, hipsters, homosexuals and wimpy pussified men? What about me? Don't you want my money?
Or is it because you know we're too smart to waste our money on generic music?
I wish she would just go away...and take Max Martin with her.
Time for some Fats Waller.
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