Happy twentieth birthday to Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Posting this so I can stunlock everyone else around my age.

The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
Happy twentieth birthday to Mr. Brightside by The Killers. Posting this so I can stunlock everyone else around my age.
I was going to say that now it's stuck in my head, but I don't think it ever left.
It's gonna kill some people when it hits the 25 year "classic rock" threshold.