I go away for ONE FUCKING EVENING to do an open mike night in Harrisonburg and I come back to find somebody stealing my patented "Carol Kaye" shtick. Although the whole "K" thing was nice. Speaking of "K", my overweight, overwhite, octave-lower version of Prince's "Kiss" won the crowd over. So there.
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I played the drums on all that shit, did you know?
Lennon: Kompensating
McCartney: Koont
Starr: Kleptomaniac
Harrison: Krap
Perfumed ponces, all of 'em. 1964: Kaught the Klap.
Show me where a Purdie girl can get herself some real-assed sport-funkin'. Show me, Bobby. Show.
Jesus, finally some WRITING.
"real-assed sport-funkin'!"
a "Purdie girl"!!!
REAL-ASSED!
By neddie jingo, do I feel envigomortensenrated.
I go away for ONE FUCKING EVENING to do an open mike night in Harrisonburg and I come back to find somebody stealing my patented "Carol Kaye" shtick. Although the whole "K" thing was nice. Speaking of "K", my overweight, overwhite, octave-lower version of Prince's "Kiss" won the crowd over. So there.
LADIES AND GENTLEMENT CORNDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG!!!!!!!!!!
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