A couple summers ago, some of my high school friends and I were hanging out at St. Olaf when we got bored-slash-hungry and decided to go to Perkins. The nearest Perkins was 15 minutes away in Faribault. We ate, then dinked around in Walmart for a couple hours. Afterwards, we tore around the parking lot listening to Green Day's song Jesus of Suburbia, and Joe ended up taking a corner so sharp that the side of his car dragged on the ground.
A week later, we got bored again and went back to Faribault. Perkins, Walmart, Jesus of Suburbia. This time, we were unable to shift out of first gear and we found ourselves at a Holiday at 3:30am, with Joe on the phone with his [angry] father and some random guy offering to drive us back to Olaf. The car ended up being dead, and we decided that Jesus of Suburbia was a cursed song and should never ever be played in a vehicle ever again. (Later that year, Leigh was listening to Jesus of Suburbia when a garbage truck backed into her car. No damage, but we decided it probably wasn't a coincidence. She was pretty freaked out by the whole thing.)
Right now, I'm back to importing all my CD's into my laptop. I just came across that album, and contemplated not uploading it for fear of my laptop exploding or something.
Is that sad?
But, if it does explode, at least I have the extended warranty.
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*plays the eery music from the movies*
the song is after you
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