Excuse me, but *I* had to listen to the whole song, ya know, to make sure things didn't get weird or anything. [Okay, yes, I admit, "weird" would apply to the Nickname Song chorus sung by that high-pitched guy in the ___ tee. I meant weird like obscene or kinky weird.] The point is, as the song's poster, I felt I had a *duty* to listen straight through to the end. You, on the other hand, listened to the whole thing of your own free will? I mean, even after a line like this? "Before I get things started, I'll keep it real. I don't have a nickname. My name is just Neil." That's at the 0:30 mark. That's all I could be held responsible for, so let's see, at your stated rate, that'd just be about a quarter--- Wait! Forget it! No quarter! With a word game specifically designed for literary snobs, this is all the fault of whoever used NARC!
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir
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