What part of your brain, exactly, told you you wanted to be my friend? Or that I'd want to be yours? For starters, I make my friends offline, and I'd suggest you maybe try doing the same. If I don't know you offline, I don't want to see or hear from you online. Period, end of discussion. So take me off your friends list, I don't want you stalking
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It would also ensure me of knowing where he's at and what he's up to all summer, so I'd also take it as a personal favor. And after we let them have their fun performing awhile, which of course will get all the pretty girls to fall for them just because they're a band, and could end up famous some day, maybe a few of us could ask to cut in and show them how much a bunch of "stuffy old men" know about real rock and how to actually play it.
Or have any of the rest of you actually laid hands on a guitar, bass or drums in the past 20 or so years? If not, that's cool, I'd doubt we'll end up sounding much worse than the rising young stars will. And even though I have to confess to a bit of "rigging" on some amps, mostly to keep my ass out of a sling with the local cops and neighbors, which I'll deny to the death if any of you happen to slip that out to them, I can unrig them in a heartbeat. So at least we'll be loud, which I guess is what makes a band really rock.
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