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Space Hates My Music Taste; Fuck You, SpaceDad

Cruising through Wolf Nine Hundred and Sixty, some Fed prick took exception to the phat choons blasting out the back of my new ride. No I don't have a spacetunes receipt, phat choons want to be free, pig.

First I'm my Mom, now the pigs are my dad, shit is gonna get real freaky real soon if we carry on down this road.

I'm game though.
Do you like it?
︎1 Shiny!
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