Last night at a bar I met a musican named _______, who was requesting that the DJ play her music. She was like, "do you have any ______? Oh! Thats MY band!" As her own voice played through the speakers, she lectured anyone who would listen about HER lyrical masterpieces. Then she told me I looked like Courtney Thorne Smith. Go back to Williamsburg where you belong. Wait. We're IN Williamsburg.
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