NEVERshoutNEVER has a nice look: Justin Bieber trying to become Good Charlotte (well, the Madden twins, as it were) but ending up as Tegan n' Sara. (I kind of what to bang.)
But, musically: he is my friends of my late teens, early twenties, superficial <i>sensitivismo</i> in an effort to score with barely legal, sort of chubby scene kids. One of whom I re-encountered three years later, stripping. H------, the pint-sized double-d who became acquainted with the Mad Hungarian during the spring play in '98, & thru that, with the rest of my boys. At least two of whom, two years later, wanted to bang her. & she ended up a stripper. (& at least one of those boys, met his future wife on an online dating site. (Oh, happenstance! How I love thee, how I find things out.))
... Meanwhile, the "unenvied" Popsicle Girl, never a stripper, never did porn, quite probably never got penetrated with frozen dessert treats wielded by her boyfriend(s). (Why, oh, why would somebody make that up? & how could I be so gullible, in my teens, not to realize it was made up?) She's living pretty well, by comparison to my mates & their mates adjacent.
So, on balance, die NEVERshoutNEVER, die.
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