Now, I like punk-rock clowns as much as the next guy, but not only do your gravelly, throat cancer-sounding vocals send shrieks of agony up my spine, but you also have the worst b.o. I have ever had the misfortune to catch a whiff of. I don't know how your poor co-workers and degenerate clown mates tolerate it!! So here's a tip: USE SOME DEODORANT, PLEASE!!! Just in case it slips your mind, I will bring you some at the next show.
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