I tell you, pleasures don?t get much guiltier than Jive Bunny and the Mastermixers. I wouldn?t have the guts to play them too loudly whenever my friends or family are nearby, but whenever I?m home alone I totally crank up the volume and leap around my living room to them like a frenzied cat. I live in eternal fear that one of the floorboards will eventually give way, but I?ll cross that bridge when I come to it.
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