Worked at the video store with the manager tonight, which meant listening to hours of the Beatles (whom I despise), Frank, Dean, and Bruuuuuuce on repeat shuffle. After the fifth time of hearing "Born to Run," it occurred to me that I kept expecting Bruuuuuuuuce to follow "tramps like us, baby" with "they want to have fun," thereby mashing two '
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