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Is it fair that teams north of mason dixon line must have a dome to qualify for a super bowl game? Question: Seems like the economic impact a superbowl game would have on cities like Buffalo, Pit, Baltimore Cleveland Cincinnati Chicago, etc... would be welcome these teams play in inclimate weather and adverse conditions every year. The NFL needs to spread the wealth around. Hotel rental, car rental, airport fees, souvineer sales, resteraunt business not even to mention taxes paid for working in these cities and states. Weather is a part of football, and the people will come if the game is provided. Answer: You must be unaware that Superbowl XLVIII will be played at Met Life Stadium in East Rutherford, New Jersey in February 2014. Depending on how well this game goes weather-wise will determine whether The National Football League plays another Superbowl in an Open Air Stadium in a Northern City. It's easy for you to say that people will come if the game is provided, it's a lot for people to sit in Cold Weather in Seats that cost $900 or more Face Value. |
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What should I do in this situation? Question: About two weeks ago at about 9:30 p.m, two of my buddies and I decided to go on a little cruise with my new sub woofers blaring. I had my system turned up loud, and then i passed this house with a guy sitting in the drive way with his truck. After i passed his drive way, he sped out and started fallowing me. He sped right up my car, so i tried getting off to the side of the road so he could pass me, he was obviously in a hurry to get somewhere. He didnt pass me though when i tried getting off to the side, he just went around me on a town road, stops in the middle of the road, then backs up and tries hitting me with his truck, then whips the truck sideways and blocks the whole road. After he blocked me in, i saw him rush out of his vehicle and start running twords my car. He came right up to my window and got in my face. He said if i ever drive past his road again he would kill me. This crazed man was reaching into my car and i told him to get out of my car. I started headbutting him, i felt very threatend and also very violated. He then starts reaching for my keys and i tried pushing him away. He ended up reaching into my ignition and took my keys. He said he was going to get the cop. After my car was parked in the middle of the road, with no keys, i knew i had to call my dad, and im only 17 years old. I told my dad where i was and he rushed there before the man and the cop showed up. The cop in the small town i live in dosnt really know what to do, but he is on my side. I feel like i should charge him with assault with a motor vehicle, assault and battery, theft (of car keys). Then just today i drove past his house again with my car stereo up and he was video tapping me as i drove past his house. He called the town cop again and told the cop he had me on video with my music loud. My parents are really worried about me getting a ticket and they think its going to be an all out war with this crazy guy. The cop didnt see me with my music up, and my parents say he can try and give me a ticket anyways. I need to know if i have to sign the ticket, or if i should get our lawyer before i sign any tickets. I also live in Nora Springs Iowa, it's only a few miles away from Mason City. I dont really know what the noise ordenance is in Iowa. I was wondering if the guy stands outside and video tapes every motor cycle that drives by his house too, because a motor cycle would be louder then my car stereo. I just need to know what i should do. Im not going to drive past his house with my subwoofer up any more, thats for sure. Answer: Dude, that guys is crazy, I've never heard of someone doing that. I can't give legal advice, I'm not a lawyer, but I would not sign a ticket, that makes you resposible for paying. Also, if you don't know noise ordinances, find them out. I'm a former audio installer and I've installed systems with several thousand watts pumping 140+ decibels, but I've also seen 800 dollar tickets for niose and public violations. Ordinances are normally based on county and city, so check both. Be careful, but if that guy doesn't leave you alone, talk with a lawyer and see about a restraining order or filing charges. A side note, exhaust noise and sound system noises are veiwed differently legally. |
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Metra Trains and routes i need help? Question: Me and my boyfriend are trying to meet up and we think since he doesnt have a car, hell just take a train. I live in mokena Illinois and he lives in Mason City Illinois. Im trying to see if there is a route he can take to come to mokena. I have no clue where to even start if someone could tell me how and what i shuld do or send me a link or somthing that would be great! lol im a bit slow and yea idk what im doing bahaha um. so yes please if someone could help that would be wonderful! thanks Im not sure if he can come straight to mokena i live right by trains so i know he could come to just that one..but i mean if you could find out if hed have to catch another train or somthing that would be great :) thanks Answer: The closest Amtrak train service to Mason City is in Lincoln or Springfield. If he can get a ride to either of those cities he can take a train to Chicago, and then Metra to Mokena. |
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How do I figure out whats wrong with my transmission on my 1985 Dodge Caravan 2.2L? Question: My car wont go passed 45 on the freeway cuz it wont shift to last gear. Then when I got off it had hard time shiftin into 2nd gear all of a sudden it shifted into drive after getting up to speed. then after stoping once again shifting issues. What should I do? Im from Washington State on a road trip and stranded in mason city Iowa accross the country. uhaul towing is way to expensive so thats not an option. If you can think of a temporary fix to get me to indiana 600 miles down the rd i could get a permant fix. either way still need to know what to do to fix this. dont really want to replace a trany. also the trans fluid is kinda brown not the nice red color. idk if that matters. Answer: |
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What do you think of my story? Question: I like writing and I just recently wrote a story. Tell me what you think and be honest please! So far I've done the prologue and a couple of chapters. There are grammar mistakes, I haven't edited it yet. Thxx:P ~ Prologue~ You see Mason Adams wasn't your typical man, no frankly he was what you would call crazy. His cold pale hands always reached his wooden night stand every midnight and he would always reach for the painkillers. Obviously one who would do such a horrendous crime would want to ease away from the memory. It was exactly on the last day of June 2006, when Racheal Smith a tall strawberry blond woman, with sparkling dark blue eyes and a beautiful smile left her law office around 7:00 pm, she was a very successful lawyer in New York City. Mason had gone to Racheal to ask her if she could clear his name, he was charged with shoplifting a watch at a high-end department store. A liar Mason was and he told her that he was completely innocent and they had gotten the wrong guy, Racheal specialized in dealing with crooks like Mason, she was a criminal defense lawyer of course she believed him. It was the friday that Mason drove off early from work around three'o'clock to talk to Racheal, he was furious that the judge sentenced him to do community service hours, he had no time for this, he was too busy with his life. He hated Racheal, the anger in his eyes was thought of a mad man, his face and hands turned a hot flaming red, he was done with Racheal, she wasn't a successful lawyer she made him put up with community service, what would these people do for him, he couldn't waste time at the local library or community center helping losers. So as since as she got out of her office with no one around, Mason grapped the rope and approached her from behind strangling her furiously. She was trying to gasp for air, yelling and trying to look back at who was doing this to her. Sadly, she feel to the ground lifeless. Mason smiled and ran back to his car, his job was done here. Nothing left to see, he drove off into the dark lights of the city. Answer: ok, well... i didn't really like it... the beginning didn't really "draw me in" ur need a bit more action in the strangling part. like, Mason took the brown rope and brought it to life by choking Rachael, racheal tried to tug at the rope, to try and free herself for some air to call for help. she fought for her life, but masons pull was far to strong for a fragile lady like herself. Mason didn't even feel sorry. he wanted her to die, and painfully. Rachael gave her last tries, but slowly gave into her fate. she fell, motionless and lifeless, to the ground. or sumthing like that... its your story, im just giving u a little, advice. i think you need more action, or more story line. the ending need to pack a punch, since this is a prologue, it need to leave the reader wanting more, or they`ll go and look for another book. hope i help! -muwha and good luck |
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would anyone want to read this vampire book if published on kindle? Question: Blood Nights #01: The Vampire Task Force: Chapter 01 A presidential debate "I have called Congress into this very serious session about the vampires roaming our streets. Too many people are dieing, missing, or becoming these relentless killers. The Vampire Task Force TVTF is trying their hardest to kill all these vampires but alone they can not. I believe there needs to be serious policy changes in allowing anyone to be able to kill one of these vampires if found, but as we all know for citizens of the USA, the Federal government prohibits such actions. The laws need to change. This will take time and votes from you the citizens. I suspect this may take some time possibly a few years. We can not be more careful these days, so I am declaring a midnight curfew threw out the USA. Anyone out past this curfew will be obtained and arrested. This is for our safety as a country. Business are going to be allowed to continue working threw out the night, but no recreational activities, Thank you." President Conner speaking on the TV hanging in the bus stop on Michigan ave. in year 2038 Chicago IL USA. "Comeeee onnnn! That's suchh crap! A freakin curfew at midnight! Whaaat!" Mason says as he flicks off the tv with his large middle finger. "Hey it's for our safety, if anyone should understand it you should Mason, your dads TVTF." Kara said as she looks at him. Kara is a skinny little 18 year old white female that Mason a 18 year old half black half white male has been seeing for sometime now. They both just graduated high school a few days ago. Kara is a cute conservative and intelligent girl, she hassles Mason about everything he says and does. Mason a tall dark hansom type of young man but has defiantly an immature attitude though. "Yes, but they are VAMPIRES! I mean it's a vampire task force for god's sake. We all know they are NOT human anymore so why should they still be treated as humans? I mean if I see one and I go and kill it I go to prison for the rest of my life as if I killed a real person? Screw that.... These laws gotta change, and what the hell is up with this curfew. Great.... life's gonna be fun now.." Mason says mumbling out his last words putting his hands in his pocket as looks out the bus stop down the road. "Where's this bus?" Mason says looking down the street. The sun about to set, it's winter out in the windy city of Chicago. Snow flurries are floating down from the sky, the air is dry and cold and the sun is setting as the clouds get colorful. Mason and Kara decide to head off down the road walking home to Mason's dad's condo. "The sirens gonna go off soon we gotta run Mason!" Says Kara as she starts running looking back waving for him to come. They begin running as fast as they can. Then suddenly the sirens go off. These sirens are to warn people that the sun is going down and to get into a UV building or protect them selves against vampires by using some type of UV light protection. Buses, cars, cabs, and trains all have UV lights that turn on during sundown for the night to protect people from vampire attacks. "Mason we aren't gonna make it to your building! Runnnn! Screams Kara as she trips on a step and falls to the ground. "I got you Kara! Come on baby. We will make it." Josh says sincerely to her as he takes her hand and scoops her right up. "We are almost there Kara," says Mason. They run up to their building. They both are breathing heavy. It's winter so you see their breath floating out into the air from their heavy breaths. "Mason hurry up! Type the code come on!" She says as she looks around everywhere, up, left, right she seems very nervous and scared. "Got it!" He says as they run inside and slam the door. The building is a UV light protected building. The UV light shines out on the sidewalk from inside the building. A BRIGHT flash of light flashes past extremely fast threw the UV light shinning out on the sidewalk. A little smoke starts floating up into the air. "Huuuh huuuh, god oh ohh god tell me you see this smoke?" says Kara as she is breathing like she is gonna have a heart attack. "YEEAH! did you see the FLASH!? We made it!" Mason says in an excited and thrilled voice. "That was a freakin VAMP! Two more seconds we'd be done." He says staring out the window scanning around to see anything else, but nothing as usual with vampires you never see them. No one does they are like a great white being in the green murky waters of the California coast and your bleeding from your leg underwater. They just show up and kill you and you never would know it even happened. Well unless you saw the jaws of the shark open up. With a vampire maby you might be alive while they tare off your legs and arms and feed on your blood as it rushes out your body. " Answer: Instead of vampires, can they be Pan-Slavic yugoslavians who came here from the past through some accidental but top secret Tito war device? |
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What do you think of what I have so far.? Question: I pulled into the parking lot of Fredrick T. Mason high school. The usual for a Monday morning. I drove up and down the lanes trying to find a parking spot. It was amazing how Mason High could have twenty-five hundred students total and yet still never have a good parking spot available because they would not build a bigger lot. I was out of luck this morning. I had to go across the street and park with all of the other cars stuck in the over flow lot. Just as I pulled into place, the rain began to fall. Wonderful. Well what did I expect? This was Vancouver. In the fifteen months, since I had moved here with my father, it had rained almost every single day. It was always cloudy and humid and my hair was never going to forgive me for putting it in such conditions. I put on my raincoat and found my umbrella. I stepped out of my baby and into the downpour. I loved that car. It had been a present from my parents on my fifteenth birthday. They said I could use it to practice with when I got my permit the next day. It was a blue sixty-six mustang. It was also the last birthday present my mother had ever given me. Two days later, I found out that she was sick and with in six months she was gone. Dad had insisted on a move and had the convenient excuse of him technically not being a U.S. citizen to do so. We moved from my beloved small town of Quitman, Texas to his stupid hometown of Vancouver, Canada, and I had been subject to ridicule from the people of the North ever since. Forget the fact that I had never lived in anything but that small town. I could deal with a move to an enormous city. However, I had never even been this far north in my entire life and now I had to be here without my mom. I hated it up here. It was always cold and rainy; which took the fun out of its natural beauty. My allergies were always lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce. On top of that, the kids up here all made fun of my accent and background and I never knew what they said because most of them spoke French as a second language so they would not only tease me in English but mock me in French. The only thing I knew in French was French abet. Which meant French is stupid. I had learned that from my Spanish teacher back in Texas and was forever grateful. I had spent the past year and four months alone with very little friends. The few I did have were really good ones though. Allison and Jamie were two of the most amazing people I had ever met. They made Canada bearable. Mostly because neither was from here. Allison was a vibrant red hair with green eyes girl from Kansas. She was probably going to be Valedictorian of our class and would do so while preparing for Wimbledon. I was five-four and Allison came to my nose. For such a petite girl she sure could handle a racket. Jamie was opposite. He was more like me. He was your typical loner, black nails, and clothes and would not be caught dead with out his poetry journal. He was a staggering six-three with shaggy brown hair. He was from a small town in New York. I opted out of the black most of the times but I felt the way he looked half the time so it worked. I loved them both and they loved one another. They were the cutest and oddest couple I had ever seen. Jamie had lived here about three years when I showed up and Allison came along about two months after me. When Jamie had told me he liked her, I made it happen. They both were eternally grateful and I was just happy to see them happy. They had tried to add a fourth member to the group for my sake but I would not allow it. There was no guy in school that I was even remotely interested in and that was sure not to change any time soon. The next thing I remember I am flat on my back on the wet pavement, staring into the eyes of an angel. The rain poured down all around us but I did not feel a drop. All I felt was his warm hands under my head. All I saw were his piercing blue-silver eyes. They were entrancing. I could not look away. His skin was so pale it almost glowed. The only color was in his red cheeks. His black hair was soaked and stuck to his glorious face. The stare on his face looked worried and pained. It almost hurt to see such a gaze come off of such a beautiful creature. And he was beautiful. In fact, he was the most beautiful person I had ever set my eyes on. This could not be real; he could not be real. This had to be a dream. I must be dead. Yes exactly, I was dead. That was the only way that I could be seeing an angel was if I was dead. But if I was dead, where were Mom, and Grand Pa, and Mimi? Where was God? Was he God? That I could believe. I felt so confused yet so calm in this angel’s arms. They were so protective and gentle that I felt no need to move. I felt him gently shake me and I realized that he was not just a beautiful angel but a beautiful stranger. And then it hit me that I had just fallen on my ass in front of this gorgeous stranger and he probably thought I was mentally c I am not a twilighter so dont draw that conclusion Answer: I like it. It sounds cool. The person above me needs to realize that just because a person tells a story from a girls point of view that she is not copying SM. You are capable of similar original ideas. |
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What do you think of this beginning? Question: I pulled into the parking lot of Fredrick T. Mason high school. The usual for a Monday morning. I drove up and down the lanes trying to find a parking spot. It was amazing how Mason High could have twenty-five hundred students total and yet still never have a good parking spot available because they would not build a bigger lot. I was out of luck this morning. I had to go across the street and park with all of the other cars stuck in the over flow lot. Just as I pulled into place, the rain began to fall. Wonderful. Well what did I expect? This was Vancouver. In the fifteen months, since I had moved here with my father, it had rained almost every single day. It was always cloudy and humid and my hair was never going to forgive me for putting it in such conditions. I put on my raincoat and found my umbrella. I stepped out of my baby and into the downpour. I loved that car. It had been a present from my parents on my fifteenth birthday. They said I could use it to practice with when I got my permit the next day. It was a blue sixty-six mustang. It was also the last birthday present my mother had ever given me. Two days later, I found out that she was sick and with in six months she was gone. Dad had insisted on a move and had the convenient excuse of him technically not being a U.S. citizen to do so. We moved from my beloved small town of Quitman, Texas to his stupid hometown of Vancouver, Canada, and I had been subject to ridicule from the people of the North ever since. Forget the fact that I had never lived in anything but that small town. I could deal with a move to an enormous city. However, I had never even been this far north in my entire life and now I had to be here without my mom. I hated it up here. It was always cold and rainy; which took the fun out of its natural beauty. My allergies were always lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce. On top of that, the kids up here all made fun of my accent and background and I never knew what they said because most of them spoke French as a second language so they would not only tease me in English but mock me in French. The only thing I knew in French was French abet. Which meant French is stupid. I had learned that from my Spanish teacher back in Texas and was forever grateful. I had spent the past year and four months alone with very little friends. The few I did have were really good ones though. Allison and Jamie were two of the most amazing people I had ever met. They made Canada bearable. Mostly because neither was from here. Allison was a vibrant red hair with green eyes girl from Kansas. She was probably going to be Valedictorian of our class and would do so while preparing for Wimbledon. I was five-four and Allison came to my nose. For such a petite girl she sure could handle a racket. Jamie was opposite. He was more like me. He was your typical loner, black nails, and clothes and would not be caught dead with out his poetry journal. He was a staggering six-three with shaggy brown hair. He was from a small town in New York. I opted out of the black most of the times but I felt the way he looked half the time so it worked. I loved them both and they loved one another. They were the cutest and oddest couple I had ever seen. Jamie had lived here about three years when I showed up and Allison came along about two months after me. When Jamie had told me he liked her, I made it happen. They both were eternally grateful and I was just happy to see them happy. They had tried to add a fourth member to the group for my sake but I would not allow it. There was no guy in school that I was even remotely interested in and that was sure not to change any time soon. The next thing I remember I am flat on my back on the wet pavement, staring into the eyes of an angel. The rain poured down all around us but I did not feel a drop. All I felt was his warm hands under my head. All I saw were his piercing blue-silver eyes. They were entrancing. I could not look away. His skin was so pale it almost glowed. The only color was in his red cheeks. His black hair was soaked and stuck to his glorious face. The stare on his face looked worried and pained. It almost hurt to see such a gaze come off of such a beautiful creature. And he was beautiful. In fact, he was the most beautiful person I had ever set my eyes on. This could not be real; he could not be real. This had to be a dream. I must be dead. Yes exactly, I was dead. That was the only way that I could be seeing an angel was if I was dead. But if I was dead, where were Mom, and Grand Pa, and Mimi? Where was God? Was he God? That I could believe. I felt so confused yet so calm in this angel’s arms. They were so protective and gentle that I felt no need to move. I felt him gently shake me and I realized that he was not just a beautiful angel but a beautiful stranger. And then it hit me that I had just fallen on my *** in front of this gorgeous stranger and he probably thought I was mentally cha challenged for gawking at him like that. I am 16, not a Twilighter, this is the beginning of a series where the boy is a hunter of evil and he brings the girl into it. Be nice! Holy mother of God! I am not using Myer as a source. Can't any one write a darn novel from a girl's point of view without copying her! Answer: Just to put this out there… You asked for critique. You know that there are a lot of people who give very honest critiques on yahoo answers. If you don’t like being accused of copying Twilight, either don’t put your writing on YA or suck it up and deal with it. I know that you say you’re not a Twilighter, but really, this is VERY Twilightesque. She moved from somewhere in the southwest region of the US to the Pacific Northwest. She did the weird thing with the car that Edward did with Bella. Bella falls or nearly gets hit or something… I don’t remember and Edward is immediately there to help her. Think about it: that really is what happened here. She falls and the gorgeous guy is there to help her. Okay, I’ll stop being my b!tchy self and do some real critique now. What you really need to work on is showing and not telling. If you’ve paid attention in English class you should know what I mean by this but in case you don’t I’ll give you a refresher. Telling is a summary of an event. Showing is making it very vivid and detailed. Telling is placing the entire back story in one place at the beginning of the story (this is a very boring way to do it). Showing is revealing the back story gradually as the plot develops. Showing is revealing it through scenes in your book, like instead of saying ‘Alex and Forrest were dating’ you would write a scene about Alex and Forrest being cuddly with each other and holding hands. Instead of saying ‘Alex was getting annoyed with Forrest so she was considering breaking up with him,’ you would show that Alex is annoyed with Forrest by making her reactions to Forrest’s annoying habits more extreme. You would show her consulting her friends about their relationship. You might even show Forrest bewildered at why she’s acting so irritable. Which brings us to our next thing. So it looks like your characters are very developed, which is a very good thing. But there’s a lot of back story in the first few paragraphs of your story. There are better ways to show this back story. Like the thing about the relationship between the other two characters? You could have shown that by making them all lovey dovey to each other; holding hands and crap and the main character could say something like “Stop it with the PDA. I’m the entire reason you’re together, anyway.” It would have been a lot more entertaining for the readers, as opposed to having an entire paragraph devoted to it in the first chapter. It’s also a little weird to have character description before you introduced the characters. You also could have done something like this when you were talking about how people make fun of her in both French and English. Maybe you could have had a scene where, as she’s getting out of the car, someone yells an insult at her in French and she doesn’t understand what they’re saying but the tone is malicious. Maybe they yell an insult about how she’s from Texas as well. That would show that she moved from Texas, as opposed to having an entire paragraph explaining why they moved to Texas. Asides from showing-not-telling, you seem like an okay writer. There are some grammar things that you need to fix like ‘I pulled into the parking lot of Fredrick T. Mason high school. The usual for a Monday morning.’ ‘The usual for Monday morning’ isn’t a complete sentence. It doesn’t have a verb in it. I would suggest either adding a verb to this sentence or combining it with the previous sentence, so it would be, ‘I pulled into the parking lot of Fredrick T. Mason high school; the usual for a Monday morning.’ There are many other places where this seems to be a problem that I noticed. I don’t feel like combing through the entire story and picking them out right now, but you can find them easily by copying this to a word document and finding all of the grammar errors that they classify as ‘fragment.’ Good job and good luck! I hope to see your work published some day! |
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Why do I feel like this? Question: So I like this guy Mason (he's 19, I'm 18) and he's crazy about me too. But I also still like my ex-boyfriend, Jude (he's 23) we've been broken up for a couple of years now, but he lives in a different city and he told me he was going to come visit me now that I'm visiting my family at a city that's like 6 hours away by car from where he lives. But it's been three weeks, and I'm leaving in two weeks and he still hasn't come. And his sister told me that they talked about three days ago and he said he would come. So that's why I don't want to date Mason, because theres a possibility that me and Jude could get back together but Mason has been spending so much time with me that I'm starting to like him. Yesterday we went swimming with my cousin and his girlfriend. Mason has been begging me to give him at least a kiss for a week now. And that day he begged me like no other just for a kiss. I finally gave in and kissed him, the kiss lasted like 4 seconds then I pulled away. He asked for a longer kiss but I refused. He's a great kisser, better than I expected and he definitely knows what to say to a girl to make her feel good. But I felt nothing with that kiss. Well, I felt sad afterwards. I felt kind of dirty too. I washed my mouth and almost cried, that's how I felt afterwards. Before the kiss I kind of felt like I wanted to kiss Mason, but now I feel like... sad, like depressed. I don't know why. Answer: You feel depressed because you gave in. There was the rush of either liking Jude or Mason and who will it be. When you kissed Mason, that all that suspense sort of died. Not to mention, you feel guilty about Jude because you kissed another guy knowingly that Jude might come back to you. The depressed emotions has nothing to do with Mason. It's about Jude. PS: Beware Mason might be a player or he's a swell guy. |
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Which tracks have the best bass? Question: You're crawling through a hot city centre traffic jam, you ramp the volume of your car stereo up to 11, wind down the windows and whack up the bass - what tracks make your car doors vibrate the most? My three current favourites are 'Perfect (Exceeder)' by Mason Vs Princess, Supermode with 'Tell Me Why' and Daft Punk's 'Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger' (the track Kanye West used for his new single). Answer: Best bass? John the Fisherman by Primus. |
