Who ever thought a trio of orphaned chipmunks with high-pitched squeaks
would be the next boy band to make it big? Thanks to that (now very
rich) somebody, we're about to spend a fiftieth year listening to
Alvin, Simon and Theadore butcher, er, sing our favorite tunes. They've
given up on the hula hoop. This year the iPod's the thing.
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