So last night on my way home I decided to start a band.
So I texted Hoag.
ME: "I'm starting a band....do you want to be my singer?"
HOAG: "Yes."
ME: "Cool, I'll book some gigs."
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(us folks in Rock N Roll call jobs 'gigs')
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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3 comments:
In your case, they ain't gigs, they's giggles
Let me know when you're hiring groupies!
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And I'll find you some folks who'll work for comic books or something.
What instrument do you play? A stick?
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