Oh, Jeff Mangum.
If only your looks were more youthful, or perhaps, if only, you didn't look so sour all the time.
Like, you're okay, I guess. I'd marry you. I really, really would. I can get past your awful looks. We can figure it out together. We'll work something out.
Maybe you could just wear a paper bag all the time and sing to me through a mouth hole we cut out. That way I could still feed you and kiss you, too. You'll sing to me all day and all night. You'll be my own personal stereo.
The Jeff Mangum 24 hour radio show, live from somewhere in Canada.
Oh, Jeff. How I love thee. Why, oh why, are even you already taken?
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