Happy birthday, Dave Matthews. Maybe I'll run into you at Lighthouse Coffee someday and tell you how much my dad used to like you.
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6 comments:
"Hey man, you want a toke- aw shit, I dropped it"
"I'm Dave Matthews and I have THIS much talent"
"[insert tiny dick joke here]"
"Can I interest you in a purple nirple?"
"Wurldz teeneest violin. I has it."
Dave and I used to live in the same neighborhood and I would see him every once in a while. I am also not embarrased to admit I was a Dave fan in college.
The wife-to-be and I have an ongoing row about Dave Matthews vs. Phish. Obviously, Phish is better. Plus, she saw DM at the Wallingford QFC a few years ago pushing around a shopping cart filled to the top with beer.
"Sometimes I'm mug-shot Jeremy Piven and my hand looks like a chicken's head".
(The Word Verification code to this one was: "ddeasoov". I dare you to Kunjabunja it.)
Obviously, JohnA is wrong.
um, honey, let's discuss this at home and not on the blogosphere, 'kay?
p.s. dm sux
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