We went to the Philly Pizza Company and ordered some hot tea. The waitress said: We only have it iced. So we jumped up on the table and shouted anarchy and someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox. It was California Dreamin’ so we started screamin’ on such a winter’s day.— The Dead Milkmen, Punk Rock Girl
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