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...
more beautiful
intelligent
and wealthy they are?
The more you 100%
absolutely
gotta call them out
on their shit.
Applys to all.
But as the level of
beauty
intelligence
and wealth go up?
So does the 100% necessity for
calling them out on their shit.
Everytime.
Without fail.
NO EXCEPTIONS.
WHY?
Cause nobody else
got the balls to do so.
Automatically puts you
in rarified air.
Dramatically increases
the attraction level
by orders of magnitude.
Believe that...
2 Turtles
1 Frog1 Crayfish
1 Salamander Tail
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