I start to tear up thinking about Corny Poop and their music.
The only music I listen to is Corny Poop.
I force family, friends, and complete strangers to listen to (and love) Corny
Poop.
If I'm riding in somebody's car, and they are playing anything but Corny Poop
on their stereo, I will open the door and get out, regardless of where we are
or how fast we are going.
I would kill if Corny Poop would ask me to do so.
I hope that Corny Poop's tour bus careens off the road and crashes into a silo
of burning grain, suffocating and severely burning all of the members, with the
stipulation that, after their gruesome and prolonged death, everyone's souls will
burn in the fire pits of Hades for eternity.
