Poopie goes to the pawn shop to redeem his soul, but it was wholesaled
outta there some fifty-odd years ago.

Any number of "I think it sounds better"s mean ABSOLUTELY ZERO.

You and your buddy Kroo**** simply hate it when Normals talk like humans
about music and the equipment we use to listen to it.

Poopie, your existence seems defined by envy and inferiority. The
occasional wild fantasy about being pursued by post-pubescent hotties
doesn't improve your persona. I'd tell you to get a life, but that would
probably cause duh-Scottie to have a fit of apoplexy.




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Krooscience: The antidote to education, experience, and excellence.