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jeff0633
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Shit, I've got the gear bad, but now I think it has reached a new level. My friend who comes to see me play has a mother that is my age. She weighs about 300 pounds, but has a nice -ass house and a big buick. She has been making moves on me. Lastnight, while riding down the road, I was having fantasies about gear, and depression about not having the money to get the gear I want, and I actually dreamed of making it with that big bitch so that I could get her to buy me the stuff for a top notch studio. She has a huge house, and I know she would treat me like a king (Great River for my birthday, Manley for Christmas, get the picture?). All I would have to do is keep this big mama happy in the bedroom. When I came to my self, I thought, "holy shit, what in the world am I thinking about?" There's no way I could marry a big mama like that just to get myself tghousands of dollars worth of studio equipment, could I????????????? Nah, no way, uh, well.....
Jeff
Jeff