German Cars vs. American Homes!!

Man, I’ve got this awful feeling in my throat... no, I’m not hungover... it’s sort of like this phlegmy feeling, with a hip hop beat... it’s strange... oh no, are you serious? I can’t really have German Cars vs. American Homes, can I? Oh, that’s just the final straw. It’s one  thing to wake up and find you have herpes, or a flu, or something, but German Cars vs. American Homes? Come on, what the hell did I do to deserve that? The last thing I need is several vocalists, a cellist/bassist, 2 drummers, a guitarist - hell, sometimes two guitarists - and 2 nerds with “keyboard guitars.” Jesus, now I’ve got this huge headache too. I’m starting to feel really crap-core. Someone turn on some lite rock with a hip-hop beat. I really don’t want to catch their 16-track CD, One in a Million. I’ve got a big date tonight and I don’t want to blow it. What? You say I should put my rear butt in reverse? Oh. Far out, man. Thanks a lot.