From a submission titled, "Girls Who Don't Rock":

I was at a metal show last night. There was a girl (who probably has no idea who Cliff Burton was), who was thrashing her head around. Every 3 or 4 minutes, she'd stop...and fix her fucking hair. I mean, she'd actually take out her barrette and fuck with her bangs and put the barrette back in. Pretty metal, right? Here's my advice to girls who need to fix their hair while headbanging: NOBODY FUCKING CARES WHAT YOUR HAIR LOOKS LIKE. TRY NOT GIVING A SHIT. YOU'LL HAVE SO MUCH MORE FUN.

Oh, you're not fooling me, Anonymous! YOU'RE IN "WUV" WITH HER! Admit it! Admit you're in wuv with her! Oooh-la-la! Why don't you give your one twue wuv a kissy-wissy, smoochy-woochy? To read this and other rants, confessions, and disguised admissions of "wuv," head on over to the I, Anonymous Blog—where first comes love, then comes marriage. Here comes Anonymous pushing a baby carriage! SMOOOOCHY-SMOOOOCHY-SMOOOOOOOCH!