it must hurt knowing that I have sexual relations with females more with one testicle and no hair than you do with both testicles and a long flowing mane, but keep drowning your sorrows in being an internet troll with bad taste who posts either to say something sucks, holler at girls on the internet or tell someone how much beer you drink and weed you smoke.
regardless of what you think you listen to, you are the personification of bad taste and the poster child for turn of the millennium internet faggotry, thinking you've absorbed all the knowledge of the world from behind your 500 gigs of downloaded music and saved wikipedia entries, and getting defensive every time someone older with real world experience with music and/or pussy (me, kevin, anyone else over 21) says something that could be deemed as a slight put down in your general direction.
my cancer and hemotherapy is now over and has a 98 percent chance of staying that way, I will continue to play in two cool bands and keep my penis wet in the sweet nectar of vaginal fluids. You however, will stay looking like the mayor of munchkinville, keannu reeve's downs syndrome afflicted cousin and a viking had a test tube baby and pissed in its mouth, alone with your "good beer," pictures of a scantily clad Doro Pesch and sour diesel, crying yourself to sleep on your eric the red themed pillow case.