A bunch of half-wit dim-wits
Yea, not the best quality rip ever but you get the point. It's still better than anything else you've listened to all dumb day. It also holds the title for best track title of 2012.
If there was a soundtrack to make hot sweaty mistakes to I think this would clearly be on the list. You know, the kind of mistakes that lead to possibly rushed weddings, estranged relationships and awkward mornings.
Friday masquerading as a Thursday. A day that wanted you to think you had one more retched 8-hour trek through work. But then at the end there's a surprise for you - it's not Thursday night it's Friday night. Uhh.
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