I KNOW A ZIP CODE IN CHICAGO

And it's air america radio's fault, well, and that crime dog McGruff and his can't carry a tune in a fucking bucket nephew, Scruff. Thanks to the commercial that I hear at least 3 times on my 20 minute ride home, this abortion of a jingle pops into my head about 50 times a day. It doesn't make me want to take a bite out of crime however. It makes me want to kill scruff and his fucking uncle in a most painful and protracted manner. If you've not heard this little nugget of satan, click on the link below.
I dare you.
Someone shoot me PLEASE