Oh, playlist.com! Why? Why must you startle the bejeezle out of me with your volume and surprise? And why do people use you? Alas, I shall mute my laptop to avoid any spasmodic, panic-stricken, potentially incapacitating, jerky movements while scrambling to adjust the damn volume since I'm not quite savvy enough to QUICKLY locate the pause button on any given playlist.com thing.
That is all.