I have a rule that I don't partake in any incessant cultural phenomenon that everyone's talking about, until I can go three days, 3 piddly little days, without getting it rammed down my throat like a musket load made of sandpaper.
Needless to say, I haven't seen Hamilton yet.
Hamilton musical wasn't even that good.
It wasn't even singing. It was literally just talking loud over a backtrack like you were cutting in and out on the radio.
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And it wasn't even rapping.
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