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A bequeathal from a one-man-band who called himself The Matt Kurz One.
So I was on tour for a while, and I missed my grain farmer neighbor. I made it a point to see him when I got back home, and I saw his farm was up for sale. I asked him about it, and he told me he was dropping out of the business to join a punk rock band. So I say, "Grain Farmer Neighbor, why are you quitting farming to join a punk rock band?"
"Because I am SICK of Haulin' Oats."
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"One never knows, do one?" - Junior Gorg
My mic closet? More like a nylon bag with a shoulder strap.
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