Four out of five doctors recommend that you listen to it with your earholes. The fifth doctor recommended that you use your spleen-bits but it was this doctor:
Out of all this crap there should be at least ONE song you like. That's the Sugary Cynic guarantee!*
*Sugary Cynic guarantee is not binding in Kentucky, Illinois, Maine, Alaska, South Dakota and the entire country of Canada. Sugary Cynic is not responsible for guarantee actually being followed through on. If you invoke the Sugary Cynic guarantee and are not met with your total and complete satisfaction then it sucks to be you now, doesn't it? Sugary Cynic is not liable if you are attacked by a bear while reading this blog. It's unlikely, but we like to keep our bases covered.
Erase Me by Kid Cudi featuring Kanye West
Where Art Thou, Elvis? by The Gaslight Anthem
Better Things by Passion Pit
The Fabulist by Nathan Johnson
Song For Jesse from The Death of Jesse James etc etc etc by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis (yes, that Nick Cave)
Now go forth and spread musical love! Or get naked and cover yourself with peanut butter. Either works, really. And no, I'm not going to talk about the crazy motherfucker who wants to burn the copies of the quran or how embarrassed I am to live in the same state as this gap-toothed hate-mongering dick-harbinger of retardation. Because frankly, I have no opinion on the subject. 'Night!
The professor for my thesis class: "This has been a very penis-filled class today, hasn't it?"