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An interesting phenomenon I have observed at music stores..have you seen this?
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There is also the confused sort of gents hanging around......... the one that is playing a down tuned les paul.................. might i add the it is down tuned incorrectly........... that have there male counterparts hanging above them staring at them playsaying "yea man thats a sweet guitar."
I dislike going to music stores because they treat you like balls if your a kid.......... unless you bust out a huge amount of cash and wave it infront of thier face."slappy, slappy" bill sings, happily, as he dick slaps random people on the streets of Cleveland.
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My 15 year old has just started playing and we have gone to a couple of local stores. He gets no respect and if I wasnt with him, He would probably not even be able to glance at anything, let alone play it. One shop is cool and they treat him like every other customer. Guess who got the sale?Remember, Wherever you go,.. there you are
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Unfortunately, it's the half-wit teens and tweens who treat music stores as youth centers who ruin it for everyone.
Sure, it's fun to play with things you can't neccessarily afford - guitars, cars, strippers - but at some point, you have to take out your wallet or take a walk.
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I have also noticed this particular phenomenon, it obviously being of the global variety.
My particular way of interacting with these troglodytes is to urinate with mirth and declare loudly that my penile appendage is heavier than the riff they are trying to impress/scare me with. A fitting finale is to inform them that my pubes were longer than their hair when I was their age, and far cooler.
The issue with the "well-fed" young ladies is, I'm sorry to say, ambiguous for me. They do have all the characteristics of a moped - great for a ride, but you wouldn't tell your mates about it.
Whilst I certainly don't relish being discovered porking such women, provided they don't sweat too much they can be admirable sparring partners. Indeed, I have partaken in several of the aforementioned "menages-a-trios", and enjoyed every second of it.......until the point of ejaculation, when my self-respect returns with a vengeance. Alas, an erect member has no conscience.
That said, lifting a "belly apron" and trying to decide which fold to aim for does sometimes give me a tremor of anguish.
The message here, ladies, is this:
Stay out of the chip-shop, and get down the fucking gym. You are not "big-boned", you are a fat munter. Either sort it, or learn to be jolly.So I woke up,rolled over and who was lying next to me? Only Bonnie Langford!
I nearly broke her back
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