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GUITARS ARE LIKE SEX...


That's why I love Michael Schenker!

Monday, October 09, 2006

You Never Know What You'll Find...

No, I 'm not quoting lyrics from My Time's Up, even though it may sound as though it is the case.

I was going through my purse, removing some unessential items when I discovered THIS in there...



EEK! That's the wrong brother! What the fuck is "the iceman" doing in my purse, and why doesn't someone send me some lovely photographs of Michael?!


3:10 PM

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