I don't think a single day has gone by since I first heard this song, that it hasn't run through my head at least once.
It just makes the pointlessness sound so pleasant.

The only sound I've ever remembered hearing in a dream is the cowbell from the end of this song. I love that sound.

About once a year I get the urge to buy a really Hi-res pornographic image and print it on a 4'x8' board, just so when people visit I can say, "Why yes, that is an eight foot tall vagina". Unfortunately, there are two three problems with this.
1. Paying for porn is just wrong.
2. I think seeing a clitoris the size of a basketball every day would ( Read more... )

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I don't care if all they're doing is pressing play on a computer, it's two robots in a giant fucking space pyramid. It may be the coolest live spectacle ever.