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Anyway, if you don't mind, I won't bother you if I have a little fun.

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It's like the Chinese water torture: at first, it makes you smile, but over time, you go crazy.

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I vote again my IQ, and the only thing it allows me to do

The Pistols have even lost that flavor that screams Community Center, What remains? ETERNAL REST TO PUNK. LONG LIVE VIRTUOSITY FOR ITS OWN SAKE, LONG LIVE 20-MINUTE DRUM SOLOS, LONG LIVE VLADIMIR LUXURIA'S BERNA (Just kidding!), LONG LIVE MY DICK IN PUNK'S ASS!!!!!!!!!

Punk is a filthy, vile thing that cannot be associated with the word "music"; perhaps with "garbage," yes; that’s what this record is—a dumpster in which each of the Sex Pistols has thrown away a bit of their own shit and piss to mix it all in a cesspit. Punk does not exist; there are idiots who think they are making music, but instead, they are just making shit: punk is business, fashion, advertising, and nothing more; it has no historical relevance, and those assholes who play it are perfectly aware they are doing it only for money because in the end, punk is money, only money. Inside this piece of shit record, you can find the worst of music; compared to that, Gigi D'Alessio does progressive rock. I also recorded a punk album, but inside the case, there’s no CD-ROM, only a 30 cm steaming turd that I dropped after a double portion of my grandma's pizzoccheri, where instead of butter she uses lard (God save the lard). LONG LIVE PUSSY, LONG LIVE HARD ROCK, LONG LIVE PROGRESSIVE ROCK, LONG LIVE GENESIS, LONG LIVE YES, LONG LIVE KING CRIMSON, LONG LIVE LED ZEPPELIN, LONG LIVE QUEEN, WHO BUST PUNK’S HYMEN AND EVEN ITS ASS UNTIL IT COMES OUT OF ITS MOUTH. I WISH GONORRHEA TO ALL THE PUNKERS OF THE WORLD.