Imagine: It's 1993 and you're driving in the car with your boyfriend Damon Albarn. You turn on the radio and SURPRISE!!!! Its your favorite grunge song.
"(Y/n), you aren't actually listening to this shit, are you?"
"Damon, baby, it's one of my favorite songs! It isn't shit."
Damon slams the breaks and leaves you on the side of a highway. He speeds off and says, "No grunge allowed. Me hate grunge >:("
Later that day, Damon has to pick you up from your friend's house. He says sorry and gives you a hug. You were planning to listen to some Pearl Jam on your cool and quirky record player, but you couldn't find the Pearl Jam record.
"Damo, have you seen my Pearl Jam Record?"
"Um, no darling...I haven't."
The next day, you walk into the bathroom to see your Pearl Jam Record in the toilet with piss all over it.
"DAMON WHYY?????"
"I hate grung. Grunge bad."
A/N:
I hate this, why'd I write this?
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