This album makes me happy when I listen to it. That saying, many things do make me happy as well, besides this album. Shooting chipmunks off trees with an AK47 is one. Drnking a jug of beer with a thin straw is another. Dropping TVs from the 47th floor and trying to hit people below is a big one. But the thing that makes me the happiest is flying around town using my recently grown wings. Yeah, like actual bird's wings. Just came on one day, after I ate 457 buffalo wings in one sitting. I am currently trying to eat M16s in the hopes of growing one on my back. I am at 38 now, and I can see a little trigger peeping through.
Black Kids - Hurricane Jane (from Partie Traumatic)