I once attended an Allman Brothers concert. Some rednecks near me in the beer line had some choice words about Jaimoe, the band's African-American drummer. As I slid past them with my frosty brews, I taught them that while the south will never rise again, my hot, smelly poofs always do.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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