Once I walked into a bag-boil seafood place fresh from a rally while in my grand wizard robes
I failed to predict the common customer of a bag-noul seafood restaurant, and was ushered to a backroom table.
I ordered twelve pounds of lobster tails, potatoes, and crawfish (as one does), and drank my non alcoholic scorpion bowl while I counted down the clock for my AA sponsor to pick me up.
Well
One thing led to another and I wound up drinking soju mixed with the remainder of the fish, butter, and spice left in the bag while the crowd chanted "Go white boy go white boy go", which I choose to interpret as encouraging
Regardless, I was chaperoned outside.
While I waited in the cold besides the dumpster for warmth, the juices from my meal, and from my respite soiled my garments; my ride came to Port
Further confusion occurred.
In summery, I'd like to apologize to the musicians known as "African Imperial Wizard" for crashing their press op, and this huge mix up.
If its any consolation, Rosie still cant get the crawdid gut stains out
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