Being judged is my favorite thing. And if I were a nut, it’d be a large castellated nut that would allow a properly sized cotter pin. Besides that, how do you know which musical artists I like? Oh, wait, you don’t know jack shit about me, that’s right, but do feel free to write down that castellated nut bit above.
Yes, if only Bowie fans would change their fanship to someone you approve of, like, apparently, Lemmy. Oh, and thanks for the implication that Bowie fans are all “crying, hugging, and naming stars”. Perhaps you’d like to shift straight to calling Bowie fans limp wristed faggots who ease onto the phallic shafts of men in makeup?
