| my conversation with my mom today in the car | |
| me: | i want to dye my hair red then round up a bunch of gingers and make a band and call it Gingers With Guitars |
| mom: | that might make your drummer feel left out |
| me: | well he wont be a ginger |
| mom: | *almost hits a guy crossing the road* |
| me: | holy shit! |
| mom: | whoa. well what about the banjo player? |
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| mom: | what? |
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| mom: | you could call it Gingers on Strings |
| me: | no then we might get the nickname the G-strings |
