It's not that I'm offending my favorite band with this title (I was actually referring to how I loved their music in the past and how it got more than worse now that I badly "craved" for their songs). Just last week, I borrowed this DVD of the Extremes' Classic videos from a friend and man, how I loved it! The songs were just soooo reminiscing and great. This definitely is a DVD must-have. Now, what shall I do? Should I say "Jan, I dropped your DVD somewhere when the rain poured down suddenly." Or maybe, "Jan, my DVD Drive swallowed your DVD. When it opened, it's no more!" Well, I could imagine ol' rubber-face killing me by asphyxiation. Horrible. Of course, every little precious thing must have a price. He could kill me for it - or just leave me a little breath before I die so I can hear that heavenly acoustic "More than Words". The music just sticks into my brain. I mumble the lyrics in my sleep (proof? my brother). I just c...
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