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1. 

   thunderwood

   108 Kudos

   11/01/09

   thanks man. I love my tele but it would be great to have an SG sitting around for when I wanted to play Florentine Pogen or (attempt) Black Napkins. Maybe soon I'll have a grand sitting around and nothing to do with it.
   
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2. 

   bonzo

   55 Kudos

   10/30/09

   ditto, more stories to come.... i've been stealth, girl is getting nosie....
   
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   10/30/09

   Reply from be bop tango:

   word...
   women,
   by nature,
   are inquisitive.
   
   she need not worry about our affairs.
   men face reality.
   women don't.
   that why men need to drink.

3. 

   RVAROX

   220 Kudos

   10/30/09

   Well, aside from the DUI everything is alright. It's really quiet here and really cold but ski season is about to kick in and I get to do a lot of that for free. Trip called me tonight and I do miss home but being out here is really different and I'm getting a kick out of it. I kind of miss alcoholism and the way it just goes hand in hand with Richmond but I needed the break anyway and I wasn't going to ease off until I got myself into major trouble, which I did.
   
   So now I'm not coming home until I can drink again once the majority of this legal mumbo jumbo is done and over with and I'll be partying with old friends. I'll let you know of my triumphant return.
   
   Thanks for the well wishes
   
   -Rob
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   10/30/09

   Reply from be bop tango:

   please do let me know - i will definitely come out to celebrate your return.
   tell trip i would love to see him - turns out that corey's kids go to the same pre-school that my girls go to.
   small world.
   

4. 

   ryan yes that ryan

   125 Kudos

   10/24/09

   thanks buddy, back at ya, and yes I love zappa

5. 

   wutwutwut123

   108 Kudos

   10/10/09

   Yeah buddy, I like that Zappa. I'll shoot some your way directly.
   
   

   10/10/09

   Reply from be bop tango:

   nice...
   i have a shit ton of quality zappa... boards and some auds that'll turn some heads.
   always love to find another zappafile.
   
   
   

6. 

   babyj2012

   6 Kudos

   09/27/09

   very nice man.
   
   

7. 

   giggleMonkey

   183 Kudos

   08/28/09

   Hahahahahahahaha!!!!
   
   

   08/28/09

   Reply from be bop tango:

   she was fucking asking for it!
   

8. 

   man teats

   263 Kudos

   08/14/09

   the phish face-melting avatar is rocking my world. excellent.
   

9. 

   oldirtybanjo

   39 Kudos

   07/27/09

   Here's your kudos, as promised!
   
   

10. 

    tito weakness

    199 Kudos

    07/22/09

    Bri had been cruising along, hitting the crack stem and enjoying the creeping buzz from the Klonopins that he had snuck from his dad's sock drawer. With the windows down his hair was flowing, feathered wings dancing under his straight brimmed red Yankees cap which he had flipped to the back to avoid it flying out the window. As he whistled the melody of Kanye West's newest Auto-Tune joint, the 300 pulled up beside his ride. Rattled and shaken, Bri shook his head and rubbed his eyes to try and make out who was drafting next to him. As he made out the blobuos profile, it looked eerily familiar, but he couldn't quite put a name to the hirsute creature. Somewhere in the recesses of his drug hollowed hippocampus, the name of the man at the wheel of the Chrysler was stored, but in this state, he could do little more than inhale the Midwestern air with his lips open, dry mouth tasting the desperation of Michigan; barely able to swallow reflexively.

    Ben had been maniacal, possessed, and unable to shake the pervasive thoughts of the Beast since he set out from Fap Studios. He had almost run over a small black girl on his way through East St. Louis, stolen Doritos in Champagne and generally had been living recklessly on his odyssey. When he saw the Taurus speeding in front of him on the interstate, he became disconnected from the sweet, cherubic Ben that everyone back at Kroger's had known. The hairs on his back stood up and he fell deeply into the crevasses of his psyche. He unleashed a primal, guttural yelp as he pulled up next to Bri's primered beater, loud enough to drown out the siren of the state trooper's cruiser. Ben was gone. Doctorbrah had been delivered unto the earth on this chunk of asphalt in southern Michigan.

    
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