When I was four, I'd wake up from my mid-afternoon nap, drop some fucked up acid that my uncle Larry made in his darkroom, and watch this shit over and over. Then one day I took a butcher knife and hacked up my Grover doll and fed his insides to the dog. After that, I knew I had to get clean, so on my fifth birthday, I checked myself in to rehab where I cleansed myself of that nasty habit and this nasty song. My life got back on track, I graduated kindergarten with the rest of my class, and I became the successful man that stands before you today. That is, until YouTube comes along and drags me back down. Damn.
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