I bob around a lot when I'm listening to music in public (which is always).
...I'm okay with that.
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- For Par
- I'd been to Fred's before
- Back in Business
- "Dance at the Post Office, B'ys!"
- Hodi!
- Some Gulls Came, Too
- Cajun Cream
- The Tall Grass
- ...and Smell the Coffee
- This Will Be a Pick-Me Up For Weeks
- Idling
- Start Buying Handguns
- Silversun Pickups and I can't remember the other
- A Children's Song Was Written About It*
- Boot or Hip?
- Last Man. Last Continue.
- Musique
- Midsex Snack
- Well, Almost All of It
- No Sex, More Fowl
- Then I Learned About The Montreal Peace Treaty of ...
- New Post
- Comic Relief
- Alamo
- The Rest
- Plus A Few
- Wet Blanket
- Powder
- This Is Not For You
- It's The Not That Counts
- Or Boozapalooza
- Silent as the Grave
- On Porpoise
- I Was First
- Training Day
- "Are You Gonna Eat That?"
- Savory
- Participation Points
- Fatigue
- If you got 'em...
- 'Let's Just Be Friends'
- Will he do it 37 times?
- Drive-By
- Shut-In
- I wish I was married. I wish I was fat.
- Disjoint
- Trashed
- "Are We On This Again?"
- Sober
- Our Lady of the Weed Trimmer (don't bother reading...
- Dentists Would Rule
- Fire & Brimstone
- They seem nice. They suggest Sears.
- Protege
- my parents are right about me...
- A Fine Wine
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