That's what Billy Bragg said last night. My mates need a muse, and I've been asked to step in, or perhaps, step up since the Fifth Muse has not been pulling her weight. We sense that something big is happening with her that she's not ready to talk about yet. I suppose time will tell. In the meantime, the mates need a muse. I will do my best to do the following:
1) Maintain a healthy level of dysfunction in my life to keep things interesting for the metabloggers.
2) Not get happily married.
3) Try not to seduce Bob.
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Actually, Aggie, I wrote it down.
Billy told us to look up the goats peeing on their faces...
"when you go home and put it in your blogs for all of your sad fucking mates....
... who couldn't be here tonight."
Seems to me, Short Guy, that notetaking would give you Bragging rights in this instance...
And I know, Ag, that those of us in glass doghouses should not cast stones, but just how many of your future postings are going to involve bodily functions? I gotta tell ya, I get a lot of static when I even begin to wander near fire hydrants. Or goats, for that matter....
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