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Monday, February 06, 2006 

I went to a Coldplay Concert

and yes I am the gay. Basically they had a great light show ala the Maint Street Electrical Parade circa 1984. I sat behind some goomba straight out of The Sopranos who rocked out to them (devil horns and all) as if they were Pantera. Then he proceeded to girate as if he were dancing to hip hop with his troll of a wife (or husband, not too sure). I then pissed off some 16 year olds behind me with my lack of knowledge of song titles. I referred to every song as 'Fix You' and it set em off like Queen Latifa in that shitty movie. I then went home and jerked off to Chris Martin.

Jackass. I hate you for not knowing the title and lyrics of every song. When you come to NC, you are getting edumacated.

its surprising how many songs fit the hook for 'Fix You'.

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