As a weirdly appropo follow-up to my thoughtful entry on my musical history and passion, I would just like to say:
If those bitches in the EPC don't stop playing the BEP's "Hump" song (loudly, repeatedly), I am going to slap them.
(Incidentally, I should have slapped them yesterday when I happened upon them watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off in the lounge, and all I had to see was one frame of Matthew Broderick in a fedora kissing that chick in the white fringe jacket to be all, "Right on! Oom bawmp bawmp--Chick, chick-a chick-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" and THEY were all, "Is this, like, an OLD movie?")
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