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If I can resist the urge to pick my nose in the car, why can’t everyone else?

December 10, 2001

No, I’m Not Scared, Baby, I’m Just Hungry

So I was eating a cheese and turkey sandwich the other day, blindly going about the whole business as usual, layer by layer: first the top piece of bread, then the slice of cheese, the turkey, a quick tongue inspection of the mustard on the…


The Avalanches: Since I Left You