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TLC/Courtesy of VH1

[Editor's Note: In his new column, Serrano Time, award-winning goofball Shea Serrano writes about his life and times. Better put on your shoes because your socks are about to be blown off.]

On Monday night, I watched the movie about TLC, the most important all-girl rap group of all-time. It came on VH1. I was excited.

TLC was all over radios when I was growing up. They helped, in part, to shape my existence. Surely the most player thing I ever did was sing "Red Light Special" to a girl while sitting at my family's kitchen table on the house phone hoping no one else in the family would hear me. That's a little thing called being in love.

See also: YOLO: Drake's Four-Step Guide to Life

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