Nothing grinds my gears like whiny college kids that soak in unrequited love (or dreams of music stardom), and play their cheesy ass acoustic covers. You're not Dave Matthews, stop covering John Mayer and pleeease stop listening to OAR. While you're alone in front of a web cam, you could be out scoring with an actual girl which is why you went to college in the first place. Drop the guitar, play an actual cd and lose the V-card already.
Alone, lights dim, pants removed, cat on the bed, playing Colorblind?....keep all razors away from this kid.
Doesn't get worse than three guys and a webcam singing Dispatch. Sick harmony.
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