I really, REALLY hate Morrisey. I never knew why I hated him so until I saw a Morrisey calendar at somone's house. Every second page was Morrisey reading Oscar Wilde, lying on Wilde's grave/memorial or generally trying to convince people that he was the new Wilde. Pretentious wanker. *BLAM*
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Wait: do you mean humming Morrissey solo or humming Morrissey with The Smiths?
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It was How Soon is Now
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I really, REALLY hate Morrisey. I never knew why I hated him so until I saw a Morrisey calendar at somone's house.
Every second page was Morrisey reading Oscar Wilde, lying on Wilde's grave/memorial or generally trying to convince people that he was the new Wilde. Pretentious wanker.
*BLAM*