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Where I work I have to go outside to smoke. The 'smoking area' consists of two concrete steps. In the summer it gets very hot(100+ degrees). Last summer after an exceptionally hot weekend, I came to work on Monday and went outside to breath some fresh air.
As I set my ass down on the first step and lit up a Camel filtered, I looked down to my left and noticed a dead, rotting rat. Upon closer examination I noticed not a single hint of 'blunt force trauma' nor any evidence of a violent nature that would explain this rather FAT rats demise.
Nerp! Looked to me like the FAT bastard just had a heart attack climbing the stairs and thought it would be cool if he stayed there until I went outside to burn one. That's how I feel about this album.
Grade: Double F-
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