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I was out Fringe-ing yesterday while my brother's band was practicing (they're in the Infringement Festival, which is the Off-Broadway to the Fringe's Broadway). This morning I noticed my guitar was gone. Went downstairs to my brother's lair and, sure enough, there it was, along with a very small octopus in a bowl of water that I am told is not real. And one of the strings is broken.
Eh. I was pretty sure that string was going to break soon too. Still, they're just lucky they didn't decide to borrow my kazoo.
Eh. I was pretty sure that string was going to break soon too. Still, they're just lucky they didn't decide to borrow my kazoo.