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  1. peterparker says

    I once had a neighbor, whose flat was just beneath my bedroom, who would come home drunk and stoned, turn on the Grateful Dead, blast his stereo so loud I could understand the lyrics and then he’d pass out, stereo blaring. I didn’t think it could get any worse than that. Apparently I was wrong. Mr. Wiosna has even worse musical taste than my former neighbor.

  2. Jay says

    My ex had a neighbor that used to blare “Honky Tonk Women” every Saturday morning at about 8am. It’s amazing how you can like a song and then someone can ruin it. I can only imagine what murderous rage “Believe” would have induced in its place…

  3. Paul R says

    I laughed when I noticed that under the clip it says “Andy in Cher.” Probably many a gay men’s dream, if not in her body than perhaps in her dressing room.

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