Wild.
from O.TwoWednesday, den 22. October 2008
When I was a kid, my Dad had a friend who used to turn up whenever dinnner was being served. He’d help my Dad empty the fridge of beer, and then leave into the night.
Occasionaly, he’d have a guitar with him, and would play slide guitar for us with a whole, raw egg (I guess […]

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