Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
You wait...
You just wait till I rub my soul patch all up over you...your dyin'...you can't wait much longer...your sitting there wet in your britches right now, don't even think I don't know it...22 page views and counting...why don't you stop at 69 again? Lil Miss Chicken shit...scared to death of me...I told you I would be patient and take my time...but the fact is your gonna feel better than you ever felt before and we both know it...it's awesome...relax...but we gotta start talking...that's just gotta happen...
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