Dear douche-baggilo from the Wine Box Race who wouldn't stop requesting Pantera and telling me how much cooler Strats are compared to Les Pauls,
I heard "Cemetery Gates" on the radio this morning and I thought of you. Thnks Fr Th Mmrs brother. We'll be sure to give you a shout out at WBR '08.
P.S. Laura says "Hi ;)" She lost your number and would appreciate a few more creepy txt messages so you guys can re-connect.
Grant
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Loving this post... I'd like to send a shout-out to the other ass-face who felt it necessary to spill beer on my face and grab my microphone.
"Ah, man... this song sucks too! I f-n took f-n first f-n place..."
Cant you see Im easily bothered by persistence
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
Ive got more friends like you
What do I do?
is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where Ive been
Belong
You cant be something youre not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
Run your mouth when Im not around
Its easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing you song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
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