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what can brown do for you?
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Wednesday, August 06, 2003
wow. rbf rocked the socks. granted they sound better studio enhanced, but who doesnt these days. im not too keen on 3 1/2 hours of being physically violated in the pit, but it was a small price to pay. drove over with robert and lea, met up with the scores and the conroy clan. the three sisters and their cousins had all make t-shirts pronouncing thier undying love for wakefield, a band none of us had heard of, let alone enjoyed. my bitterness could come from the fact that while they were in a corner squealing over the lead singer i was getting the living fuck beaten out of myself a few yards over by 6'4'' of flailing manhands. the night closed with a mass singing of 'thats what friends are for'...a song i vaguely remember closing the several women's barbershop conventions ive attended. im sensing a connection. in a few short years we'll be moshing to mr. sandman. send my regards to broadway. im so sick of eating bagels i could die. they really arent that satisfying. dont eat them.
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