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Affirmation.
So I'm sitting here yammering hyperkineticly at Furtoonia and bouncing along with some music. And it's The Arrogant Worms song "Killer Robots From Venus", which has a chorus that repeats
Nooooo, there's nothing wrong with killer robots from Venus! over and over.
So I'm singing and bouncing and the boyfriend walks out and -stares- at me, so I pause the music.
"What," he asks, "the living HELL are you listening to?"
"Er. Arrogant Worms?"
"Why is he singing about his killer robot's penis? Is there a PROBLEM with it? Does it not shoot death rays properly?"
I want to make this perfectly clear: In spite of all my moping, I TOTALLY love my life.
Nooooo, there's nothing wrong with killer robots from Venus! over and over.
So I'm singing and bouncing and the boyfriend walks out and -stares- at me, so I pause the music.
"What," he asks, "the living HELL are you listening to?"
"Er. Arrogant Worms?"
"Why is he singing about his killer robot's penis? Is there a PROBLEM with it? Does it not shoot death rays properly?"
I want to make this perfectly clear: In spite of all my moping, I TOTALLY love my life.