As Molly sings, "How I hope that you forget your MySpace/ I hope it slips completely from your mind / And I hope it stays up long enough for the next generation to find / And I hope that it embarrasses your children / I hope their bratty friends all forward it around / And I hope that you forget your password / So you cannot take it down."
Thanks to our friend John for sending this our way.











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