Thursday, April 26, 2007
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2 comments:
Wicked. She's really full of energy.
Ah, the old Blondie-- when they were actually pretty punk. Pre disco.
One of my favorite-ever tunes is their song "Rip Her to Shreds"-- it's one of the best "fuck-you" songs ever.
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