If by saying that me enjoying the following song means yes... Then I guess I doooooooo.
"The last time that I saw you, August of '99, I should have had my hammer and a few rusty spikes; to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood. Display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come. And I'd drink your blood. Fill it dripping down my throat and head for my heart."
Saves the Day
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