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I heard the riffs first. Really dope shit. Somehow, even amid the mistletoe and the warmth and scent of drying pine from the hearth, I was right there at the drive-thru waiting on Onion Rings and laughing with my girlfriend about getting Baja Blasted. But something
I saw the hair first. Blonde highlights for sure. But wet. Greasy.
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Curly. Sammy Klaus was coming to town. Hagar the Horrible. Glampus.
I knew I
The hair kept growing and suffocated the fire. There was a slight sufuric tinge but the motherfucker has that shit SHELLACKED. Hes like a seal jumping onto land: the dude simply does not dry out. I knew that waiting patiently on the roof 8 chilly groupies the color and texture of cedar mulch were standing around snorting excellent cocaine and drinking whatever flavored seltzer Cabo Wabo was dryhumping into your local tiki bar following the white claw craze.
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I was waiting for more horror, more anguish, for Father David Lee Roth to come and save the day, but as the seconds turned into minutes and the hits turned into weakass power ballads I realized: the dudes stuck. I lucked out. My chimneys 55 inches in circumference.
And Sammy
After the coroner came and went I went on the roof and shoveled up some of the
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