Intro: I Still Say That Regret Instruction Manual Issue Two Was My Best Album and I Wish It Wasn't So Overlooked.
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And If I Had No Real Job and No Mortgage Payment, Maybe I Could Also Sit Around Making Music All Day and Have a Release Every Other Month.
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I've Really Lost It Because This Shit Is Starting to Sound Like a Washed-Up, Half-Assed Fatboy Slim Ripoff With a Twelve Year Old's Sense of Humor.
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An Open Letter to Underground Music, Those Who Review It and Those Who Use It As a Symbol of Their Individuality.
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I Will Make Up for a Lifetime of Fucking Chicks Poorly by Having the Mosty Diverse CD Collection in the World.
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Pointing Out Your Elitist Superiority Complex Through Your Track Titles.
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To Clarify, the Only Thing I Gained from This Relationship Was 15 Lbs.
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Legacy of Stretch Marks, The.
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First Chance I Get I Am Licensing This Track to a Car Commercial or Video Game, So Fuck You and Your No Sell Out, Anti-Establishment Posturing, or Some Such in Your Face Remark of That Sort.
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Making Songs About Drinking Is Something Very Original and I Think It Will Expand My Musical Horizons Since I Have Never Made One Before.
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A Funny Sample and Bad Guitar Loop Do Not a Song Make.
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Dear ________, Thank You for Attempting to Never Talk to Me Again.
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Someday You Are Going to Have a Party, and I Will Make a Point to Come Poop All Over It So You Can Know How It Feels.
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Please Don't Stand Behind Me and Make Those Stupid Noises With Your Mouth That You Seem to Think Indicate to Me That You Are Thinking.
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Soundtrack for Nonexistent/Imaginary Midwest Underground Hardcore Electronic Scene
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Outro: Close Enough Only Counts in Horseshoes and My Music, and Could I Get Anymore Self Righteous?
