Don’t Tell Me What to Do

I hate it when music gives me instructions.

Like that song that tells you to take those old records off the shelf and listen to that old rock and roll.

Fuck you, dude. Don’t tell me what to do. Everyone has problems and things to do, and I’m no exception. I don’t even own records, so not only are you pressing servitude on me, you’re also incorrectly presumptuous.

Now YOU go take records off the shelf.

 

 

 

 

 

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