The evil was everywhere. You could smell it in the streets. That stale, urine, musty smell that lingers in the dark streets of the cockily city. The old man was
I am a one man band. For lack of musicians that play the same type of music that I like. They don'[t drink or smoke and they leave the room if the have to pass gas. The drummer never hits on my girl friend and the keyboard player always shares his stash. What more could a man ask for but to TURN IT UP!
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