I'm excited just thinking about all that meat I have coming.
Friday, March 14, 2008
He Rubbed The Pot Roast All Over His Chest
Posted by Snag at 9:04 PM
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2 comments:
I'd think you'd rub the lungs all over your chest.
Saw Zevon in DC the first time I lived here (90-93), in the 9:30 club downtown. It was a good, small club, it was just him a guitar or the piano (it was the tour for Learning to Flinch. It might still be the best show I have ever seen...
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