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HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE
I care that somewhere, in a darkened pub in jolly ol' LONDON, some poor drummer is being forced to work with such total pricks (just to pay his beer tab).
meanwhile, frontmen (who put the GL in GL-JC) are strutting around telling complete strangers what they can and cannot do.
fuck that shit. I'm trashing the stage and taking Hairy Potter with me.
c'mon Hairy. we're leaving.
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