Wait, Not? No I was not having sex with my peers in my Basement growing up.
We grew up together in the same Phoenix, Arizona desert 'hood & BDSM'd over shared passions & fantasies for sound, rhythm & beating their meats. They were able to constantly give & receive foot rubs, since each has a foot fetish. Also, I hear that Santa Monica has a special non-coffee boutique. At least, now I understand that she had a high tolerance for puh and some of y'all were attracted to it just cause it had a vagina. Hmm.. slex muttmeal. M.usicA.ppreciationP.rogram . Yea, and crashin' w/ dead Brad's cousin was a particular gem for at least myself, yet surprisingly spoiled brats raised on VanSpandel milk teets, complained.
Starting out, the idea of living the road band life was the last thing on our minds. Spartanburg, SC was especially gizz-tastic. Hmm, who was in charge of LOCKING THE EQUIPEMENT TRAILER? I get it, the rig was what, 70 feet long? Locals: "Are you fuuurreal?" Yea, at least myself, the native, and bring tha shit was.
We’re packing up the gear for an extended U.S. tour with beans & farts. Welcome to El Paso, here's your 1/4. NO, not like an A-frame house, towel ice receiver! Like a sponge or a potatoe, etc - at this point I cannot even remember if anyone but myself & son of an non-papooper JA had a HS diploma..