Ah, that takes me back.

Good ol' youtube, randomly playing songs for me that I haven't heard since I was a teenager. Some nostalgia can be weird though. I mean, I went through a Bloodhound Gang phase. I can still remember most of the words to Bad Touch, which is a fairly horrifying thought. Though listening to a few of these again, I can see the appeal on a purely musical and poetic approach. They were terrible human beings, but they made catchy music. I'm currently rocking out to I Hope You Die. That is all.