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School sucks. But I recently met and became friends with a patient of my uncle Tim. So this guy's name is John Pierce, and he's a professional bassist who happens to know the owner of Ernie Ball. That's cool, right? He's happy he has met someone so young and motivated, so we are going to start meeting at his studio in Glendale often to talk about and play some pretty cool shit. He's decided to give me one of his many Ernie Ball Music Man Stingray basses. "What the fuck is that?" you might say. "That" is much better than you, and soon it will belong to me. I'd say I'm pretty much set for a while, but now I have around five hundred dollars saved up. That's enough to get me a shit load of Ichiban and Coke.
Ryan's birthday is in two days and I need to get her a gift. Manicures and peticures are expensive, so fuck that shit.
Ryan's birthday is in two days and I need to get her a gift. Manicures and peticures are expensive, so fuck that shit.