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Smile.

If you’re some dude, and you’re thinking about telling me to smile, you better make sure you have a million dollars in cash that you’re about to hand over to me no questions asked — because, otherwise, I don’t know what the fuck there is for you to tell me to smile about.

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Irony.

I don’t understand it when people say they like music ironically.

It doesn’t make sense. You either like something or you, really, just don’t.

Have we confused that childish, joyful laughter and smile accompanied by a skip in heart beat and a jovial surge of energy when we hear some new magical music? If we laugh at something new, does that mean we only like it ironically.

You don’t learn the lyrics and obsess over something you like ironically. You like it, dude. It literally makes you happy.

So, maybe just go on liking the shit you like and fuck what other people think.

 

 

 

(Listening to Weird Al. Unironically. Which I’ve decided is a real word. Also unironically.)