Tonight I’m going to a bar in the city for Sara’s birthday party. She’s promised me many available women, all of whom will provide me with opportunities to practice all of my disgusting, misogynist pick-up lines. It should be a hoot. You know, like an owl?
In the meantime, enjoy The Bitter Tears, because I have and I know genius when I hear it. Here’s a song called “Murdered at the Bar.” Sadly, I totally forgot about them when I made up my Best album of 2005 list.
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