Official Blog Of The Guitar Player From Famous Indie Band

It’s really very simple.  Last year I was working undercover, suburban surveillance, and the seller had a few kinks in his rep.  It seems that he’d only sell to transvestites.  So my partner and I shacked up.  I played the part of the buyer, and I found that wearing women’s clothes relaxed me.  I continued wearing them into the night.  My partner thought it was my consummate professionalism.  It was a very confusing two weeks.

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Drivers these days.

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