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I hate you, Carlos Mencia.
I love you, new papsan cushion.
I love you, free ticket.
I hate you, humidity. Sometimes.
I love you, Queen.
I love you, Neutral Ground (especially the big white couch, where we take naps).
I hate... I don't think I hate anything else at this time.
Oh, and why are you talking, Sebastian Bach? And why does everyone suddenly care about what Scott Ian has to say about anything?
I love you, new papsan cushion.
I love you, free ticket.
I hate you, humidity. Sometimes.
I love you, Queen.
I love you, Neutral Ground (especially the big white couch, where we take naps).
I hate... I don't think I hate anything else at this time.
Oh, and why are you talking, Sebastian Bach? And why does everyone suddenly care about what Scott Ian has to say about anything?