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2006.09.27 Five people
2006.09.25 Hidden Tracks
2006.09.24 I saw it I swear
2006.09.21 Ni Shuo ShenMe?
2006.09.16 Loop
2006.09.13 Applied Knowledge
2006.09.09 Earls Club! Cactustones! Mile Spot!
2006.09.07 Christmas is a Gas
2006.09.06 The Kitchen Sync
2006.09.03 Role Model
2006.08.25 Smells like. . . .
2006.08.15 Kenneth Cole?
2006.08.08 My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
2006.08.03 Lizard on a Stick
2006.08.03 780
2006.07.26 Sweet Home Al_berta
2006.07.23 Esprit d'something
2006.07.17 I Wanna Be Paparazzi
2006.07.14 Traveling with a Salmon
2006.07.13 Skid Row Shit
2006.07.12 Initiated
2006.06.21 Moving Day
2006.06.19 Nu Mă, Nu Mă, Nu Mă Iei
2006.06.17 Checklist
2006.06.05 What I Learned
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Smells like. . . .
She: When I was in high school, I had this friend. She was kind of a punky, grunge kind of girl, and I thought that was great because she seemed really cool, and I didn't feel so cool myself. Anyway, she was the one who first introduced me to Nirvana, so we liked the same sort of music, and she sort of took me under her wing and stuff.
I: Did she use deodorant under there?
She: Under where?
I: Under her wing?
She: Oh yeah. It was Teen Spirit.