One thing I will never be able to fully forgive Sean for is the existence of an unmarked burned Paul McCartney SOLO work CD in my car. It got me tonight when I reached into my pile of unmarked very cool surprise CDs. It got me good and hard. Like a bullet to my sinuses.
I suppose this could be solved if I got a sharpie....or threw the devil thing out.
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