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twenty-ninth, aug dear powderwhite baldshit, furry cape wearing whine of a man (or billy corgan), you do realize, do you not, that by releasing 3 superfluous versions of your new album (each with a different bonus track) in attempts to trick your fans (those that are left, i'd say maybe 10) to buy all the variations from shitpits like target and best buy, that you won't be diving your angel cake frosting ass into a pool of gold like that old cartoon duck with the top hat, right? instead, you're basically asking people with a please and a thanks to rip your shit off the internet. records sales are down what like 30%? and rather than selling albums, virgin may focus solely on selling movies and clothing? where the fuck is your moon of a head, dude? we control you now. how exciting: i've never had the opportunity to say this before but you've illuminated my green light so hard: CHECK YOURSELF FOR YOU WRECK YOURSELF, BITCH. |