I only listened to the likes of The Ramones, The Clash, Sex Pistols, and Dead Kennedys (Green Day is not punk and therefore does not count) because a buddy of mine used to blare ‘em in his Ford Tempo. I was never a fan, and I’m not really a fan now.
When my buddy took to forming a band I took to listening more. And when I showed up at an evening jam session in the basement of his parents’ house I got hooked. Not on any of the above icons, but on The Hooligans—four dudes that knew how to rock out with their cock out <– not literally, I don’t think. Unfortunately, the band dissolved and I can no longer pay to hear my friend swear at the top of his lungs.
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I’ve been fishing at the same place for years. And each time I go I yearn for a glimpse of the elusive turkey duck. A half duck, half turkey hybrid that can swim, but cannot fly. This particular fowl can be identified by its broken wing. I’ve seen it wrestle a chad from the depths of the lake and fight off full-bred ducks for bread. If you see this flightless half-breed do not approach. They have huge fangs and a nasty temper. <– unfact
