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So then.

I was feeling quite down.
I was wearing a frown,
the gravy train had left me behind.

I was all out of hope;
down at the end of my rope,
and no one was there to throw me a line

Fortunately for me, Da Vinci's notebook was kind enough to get stuck in my head. There are few things that the absurdity of a song called "Enormous Penis" or "Title of the Song" can't fix.

Or so I thought.

2 hours later... they offer not so much comfort. Funny is only funny, I find, for the first half hour or so a song will spend in my head.

At times like this, I ask myself "what would Ronald McDonald do?" Fortunately, I know now:


God bless the internet. Watering down emo with absurdity for over a decade.