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July 29, 2006

Explanation, Please

Here's the thing I'd like to know:

Why is it that, whenever you're in traffic and there's some person in another car nearby and they're playing their music so loudly that cracks are appearing in the blacktop underneath the car, the music they're playing almost invariably SUCKS?

I have never, ever, EVER been caught in traffic next to one of these guys and hoped that the light would stay red a little longer because the song I was hearing was so good. I have never asked another driver, "Hey, what station are you listening to? 'Cause I wanna listen to that too!" I've never found myself bopping along with the car next to me.

I'm thinking that some morning I'm just going to roll down my windows and blast Carl Kasell. That'll show them.

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Everytime I think of blasting Karl Cassell, I start giggling.

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