nothing beats singing along to lets dance to joy division in the car with ur buddies on the way to the nearest mickey d's for some pancake and hamdesal breakfast after a burly nightout sitting on top of a speaker flirting with random boys/girls and nursing a fucked up right middle finger while deftly avoiding the dirty syphillitic advances of a
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