For real dude, mother fucking fuck on a pointed stick!
Okay.. here’s the source of my consternation. I’m trying to friend simian records on myspace. I happen to actually like indie music, and a profoundly music geeky friend has been the Apples in Stereo’s praises for like a minute and a half, and the stars actually lined up in my favor…so I decided to friend them.
there is some conundrum in a motherfucking riddle wrapped in partially cooked bacon, cause if you don’t know the “right name” or “right email” it fucking sucks to be you. what. the fuck.