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As a corporate manager, I aspire to a communications style not unlike the high school friend's mom who spoiled him rotten because he was adopted.
Of course this friend loved Weezer and was generally intolerable.
Of course this friend loved Weezer and was generally intolerable.
Also cheated on her husband, a well-to-do municipal employee and mostly pleasant drunk, with this accountant mustache who kept asking me why women can't write lyrics like Bob Dylan.
Everyone involved was a gigantic asshole. Really no one better than the next. It was sad, but they had a nice beach house and pretty girls would hang around there. Oh, to be hormonal during the Iraq War.
Also: Worst. Bassist. Ever. Omg. Could barely play when he wasn't too drunk to spell his own name.
Really hope this thread took somebody for a rollercoaster, will say: high quality car wreck/people watching the entire time. That shit ran for like 8 seasons, it was like The Sopranos.
