And You Won't Get Laid


This weekend, Raw and I invaded Marcus's place.

We had to stop by The Replay for a couple of drinks. We sat inside since the humidity made it feel like we were swimming,

While we sipped, a bad was setting up in the corner. They wailed a bit, banged on the drums and tuned their guitars. And then they started the show.

"I don't think I'm going to like this band," I told Raw.

"I don't think I can like a band I could've given birth to."

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