I cannot even stand the epicness of this.
Ask anyone from my earlier years and they'll tell you,
the middle school version of me had a straight up license to ill.
And anyone that only knows me in later years, probably thinks that statement is real weird.
While some girls were shrieking over Hanson,
or whatever music was featured on Jock Jams Volume II,
I was getting my sabotage on.
And now, ladies and gents: they're back.
Have you seen Fight For Your Right: Revisited yet?
It's pretty much the awesomest thing to come around in a while.
Side note, I can guarantee my parents are not going to understand a word of this post,
but they may remember my crumpled up Beastie Boys CD covers that
I'd painstakingly scotch tape, remove and re-apply with new scotch tape
to every binder I used between the 6th and 8th grade.
You'd think I was an aspiring brain surgeon or something.
That did not happen.