That's the kind of story that ends in a couple of years with "and then she took everything. The house, the kids, the car, and my dog, Princeton."
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I got up from my bench and pushed her off the stage by her forehead. I didn't hear what song she requested; she was too drunk to get out the whole title. I had to threaten to break her nose with one of her designer shoes and her out of the club before she left me alone.
I know I deserve it for not playing a cooler instrument. By the way - how are y'all's solo electric guitar/solo drum gigs going?
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Speak your mind, but please try and be respectful.
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