Since no one is paying attention, on the opposite end of the spectrum:
His flow is impossible, especially verse two. Detroit has historically produced a ton of great, gritty, giving-you-the-finger music. Is any US city better?
I could listen to that little syncopated piano break at about 3:45 over and over and over. The guy is just going off. I'd pay for the piano track and nothing else.
It's a thought, but I imagine that the the likelihood of straightlining is close to perfectly inversely proportional to the desire/ability to read/grasp legal documentation.
Whose? And why is she brandishing it?
Oh joy! I may own the last Assault 175 to come off the press, a prototype for the next season's run that was cancelled. Maybe my favorite board ever, but clearly too narrow for my size 13s. So fun…
Wait, the door was wide open and you waltz in with that weak-a** “I hurt my glutes riding a stationary bike” sauce?! Here are three better options to chose from:
1. I tried a dry colonoscopy on a dare.
2. Still recovering from my true-to-life “Richard Gere urban legend” Halloween costume.
3. I didn’t realize coffee enemas were done using cold coffee.