What was that guys name? He'd say it every single time he came up to a mic. Like a baseball player going through his batting routine.
They all do it.
First person I ever met with a beer fridge that was actually full of beer. Nothing but. If I drank beer it would have been fantastic. He moved the shelves out so he could stack the flats. Brilliant. Except for that mic thing. Background characters. I mix him up with Gary, the guy that gave me my first tattoo on my living room couch.
Neither of them really have a face anymore. Just a mop of long wavy dark hair walking around giving tattoos and yelling into microphones.
Oh, the 90's.
HoW Much Crap Would A Woodchuck
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