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[gargoylisous]

in a direct extension of my Most Perfect Gig, i called a bunch of vague acquaintances and had them meet at the piano player's house, in the Hills. the clean-scrubbed piano player bounded out of his house with outstretched arms and introduced everyone to everyone else. this is my friend doug, he exclaimed, gesturing to the other grinning boy in the

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[dance2liv]

go musicy goodness!

[dance2liv]

Well, there's the story about the time I took the ferry to Shelbyville. Cost me a nickely, it did. Of course, back then, we called nickels bees, because they had pictures of bumble bees on them. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say! Now, I was on my way to Morganville, which was what we called Shelbyville in those days. The important thing to remember was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. Of course, due to the war, we didn't have any of those yellow onions, so we had to make due with green. When I was on my way to Shelbyville, formerly known as Morganville back in the day, I sat next to a sweet young woman who was actually an old man. I told him that I was taking the ferry to buy some gardned gnomes, and he told me that the 'g' was silent. I don't know, though. Arden gnomes never did sound quite right to me. Now the important thing to remember was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time...