Seems like its somebodys bed time round this time of night.
Go to bed.
Love you.
Always remember.
No peaking.
I'll bust ya.
Everytime.
And when the day comes.
I'll bust that sweet ass of yours as well.
Promise.
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...
2 Turtles
1 Frog1 Crayfish
1 Salamander Tail
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