PregnantForTheLastTime
Hideous trait.
You're killing me. Depeche Mode? Another childhood favorite. Another band I could never even conceive of playing while fornicating. They were 98-pound teenagers in lipstick. Martin L. Gore used to wear dresses onstage. All the songs are about guilt and drug-addiction-as-love or love-as-drug-addiction and cuddling in the shadow of nuclear silos and dead flies and other godawful nonsense. How can you possibly keep a straight face-- or a straight anything-- with that on?
That was just the first album or two. Fast forward slightly, to when they were singing about doing fifteen-year old girls. That part.