I can't fucking take it. I see an image of 4 guys standing in a line and then I see it, I fucking see it. "Oh that looks kinda like weezer" it started as. That's funny, that's a cool reference. But I kept going, I'd see a screenshot of phineas and ferb that looked like weezer, I'd see a soda can in front of a blue background that looked like weezer, I'd see 4 guys lined up getting their picture taken that looked like weezer.I can't live anymore. Weezer has destroyed my fucking life. I want to eject myself from this plane of existence. MAKE IT STOP!
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- And every time I'd burst into an insane, breath deprived laugh staring at the image as the word WEEZER ran through my head.
- It's torment, psychological torture, I am being conditioned to laugh maniacly any time I see 4 guys standing in a line.
- I can't fucking live like this... I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't!
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And don't get me fucking started on the colors! I'll never see the colors blue, red, white, black, light green, or teal again without thinking of weezer. If I ever listen to music created by Buddy Holly all I can think about is "weezer." I could watch a man murder everyone I love and all I would be able to say when I see their blood on the floor is "red album" and laugh like a fucking insane person.
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And the words "rivers" and "wheeze" are ruined. The phrase "say it ain't so" is ruined. I can't wear fucking sweaters anymore without thinking of weezer. Whenever someone tells me that everything will be alright in the end I start simultaneously laughing and sobbing until l'm a helpless ball of flesh curled up on the floor.