You can probably identify the time and place of my birth to an accuracy of +/- 2 years and +/- 500 miles by the fact that I listened to the entirety of Hootie and the Blowfish‘s Cracked Rear View (a time unit known as 1 Hootie [Hty]) this evening while doing the dishes and loved it.
Speaking of which, I absolutely despise hipsters for making it almost mandatory that I qualify this by saying “unironically”. No way. Not doing it. Allow this to be official notice that this boy enjoys everything he enjoys genuinely and honestly, and without shame. Well, maybe with a little shame.
The Finch and Pea 