Hey Gabe? Remember how you felt when singing telegrams kept interrupting Amos 'n' Andy?
"Will these infernal telegrams never cease?", I bet you asked to no one in particular.
"In any case, this has been a real roller-coaster of human emotions..."
A roller-coaster that's under maintenance, sitting there as some guy in a fanny pack whacks at it sullenly with a crescent wrench. And meanwhile I'm off trying to win a ring-toss game, oblivious to the roller-coaster's existence. Then the guy running the ring-toss is all, "Oh, hey. I think they fixed that roller-coaster over there. Remember that thing?" And I'm all, "that roller-coaster is a talentless cypher and you know it. Now I believe you owe me a giant SpongeBob."
Wait. What?
Sadly, I'm a sucker for anything set to Broken Social Scene. Like, if "Shoreline" was playing over the trailer for Step Up 7: Milwaukee or some unearthed Riefenstahl B-roll of "Hitler Goes Bowling," I would gleefully lean back, adjust my ironic scarf, and turn the speakers up.
This ridiculous charade started after Robert Bork's nomination failed when he let it slip that he preferred Daryl Hall, and called John Oates's mustache "desperate and more than a little sad."
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