I once was in a Cultural Communications class in college. A Native was invited to coke in and share his music. It might have been the most pointless and boring hour of my life. The music sucked. A guy with a shitty voice banging on a drum with the talent of a four year old. Sorry Swaye.
I once was in a Cultural Communications class in college. A Native was invited to coke in and share his music. It might have been the most pointless and boring hour of my life. The music sucked. A guy with a shitty voice banging on a drum with the talent of a four year old. Sorry Swaye.
I once was in a Cultural Communications class in college. A Native was invited to coke in and share his music. It might have been the most pointless and boring hour of my life. The music sucked. A guy with a shitty voice banging on a drum with the talent of a four year old. Sorry Swaye.
I just like how you added "coke" to this story.
I can't think of any other way to get psyched for a life performance in front of a crowd of the kind of wet blanket (heh) college students (sorry Roadie) who sign up for a class called "cultural communications".
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