I already use it almost as much as Spotify. I find it easier to use for downloading to listen offline which is important to me because I often hike in a lot of areas with little or no service and Spotify's offline system has acted wonky on me a few times.

Thank goodness! But what of my mislabeled copies of "Horse with No Name" by Neil Young, "Up on Cripple Creek" by CCR and "Rudie Can't Fail" from Rancid? Or the old Monkees classic "I'm Into Something Good"?

What about my banjofied version of Gin And Juice?

150 years ago loveable Dickensian urchins would have collected those Tidal Apples from the banks of the Thames to add to their figgy puddings.

Nah, it would just get co-opted and gentrified and in a few years people would whine about the White Death Star lacking the authenticity and funkiness of the original.

Eat at Applebee's and you can cross out the might.

You got me there. I fucking abhor crowds.

That's true if you're simply going for a weekend camping trip in the real world. In the idiot world of the Purge where you know what day the murderfest begins I don't care if you're broke as shit, you start walking out of the city a couple days before and walk back when it's over. Take a bag of white bread and a pound…

I like it. Call me old fashioned, but I like my iced tea sweet and my corporations mad with power and shady as hell.

That's just crazy talk. I never believe anything anyone says to me. Unless it's in regards to chemtrails or other nefarious government operations.

But you have them just in case the concert police show up.

Now poseurs can get them with that damned internet shopping. How do we even know where they've really been?

They want to be able to prove they were there and can't ever manage to hold onto their ticket stubs like we did in the olden days.

Sneaky shits, those politicians. Ah, well obviously none of the Purge premise stands up even the tiniest bit of scrutiny and I was just picking nits. I suppose it would still behoove any normal citizen to get the fuck out of their cities and into the wilderness on the day of the Purge. But the idea that all…

If you were marked for death like this politician why on earth would you remain in a city surrounded by people? This is a big fucking country-if I don't want somebody to find me for 24 hours I can head into the National Forest behind my house and not be found. It's time to go camping morons.

Shit, I'm sorry. I'll keep the Vaseline, here's some sandpaper instead.

Slipping shoes on is nice, but slipping them off is where they hook ya.

If it weren't for these lazy senior citizens we could bump that number up to 13 or 14 easy.

Fuck Velcro, they make slip-ons.

Here's some Vaseline. Fucking everything hurts, I tried.