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I am a chap, and I fall under the taxonomy of Carlo Grebneralk. It's not my real name, but I'm too much of a poltroon to allow my real name to be posted in conjunction with these shabby ramblings.

The two things I enjoy most in the world (besides lighting cigarettes with the hair of screaming children) are listening to music, and being an absolute bastard. You know McDonald's current conspiracy to reduce the population of the world to a bunch of corpulent bastards with heart problems by offering a "buy one, get one free" deal on their 'food' exports? Well, this blog offers four sumptuous commodities for the price of one, with no health risks!

Music Downloads

Inane Ranting

Music Dissection

Cum Shots*

And it's all free! Isn't the internet great value? All hail Weasels Ate My Burnt Weeny Sandwich**!!!!

Footnotes:

*OK, so I was lieing about the cum shots. Please don't shut me down.

**Yeah, I wrote Weasels Ate My Burnt Weeny Sandwich in pink. If you object to the colour pink, exit this blog now, and don't return until you've sorted out your sexual politics. Fag.