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I don't understand. I mean, where can you actually get live chickens in the UK? And jsut how do you work up the gumption to bite their heads off?
Paul Westerberg's coming to town tomorrow and I don't know if I'll have the guts to try and meet him backstage. It's like, what do you say to someone you've wanted to meet fro most of your life? "So, um, how many kinds of fish can you name"?? |
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