Even Mrs. Donna Jean thought the pigtails were ridiculous, and she was wearing a silk kaftan at the time.
Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To
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All the boys in the band knew that when Mrs. Donna Jean was having a moment, you complimented her hair without making eye contact and then you moved the fuck on.
Those balloons? They ain’t full of air.
It’s better to simply avoid nitrous oxide, instead of the more common relationship people have with the gas, which is to enjoy it immensely until, one afternoon, they enjoy it slightly too immensely and get a dick-hair away from stroking out and never do it again. Everyone with a certain level of drug-fondness who has made it to a certain age has had that one bad time; nitrous is Latin for ‘tequila’.
Anyone bitching about Mrs. Donna Jean being out of tune must first provide three (3) discrete examples of Garcia finishing Playing with all six strings having any relationship at all with the Western system of harmonics.
“Touchdown!”
Perfectly innocent.
Oh, Phil. Why?
Look at Mrs. Donna Jean’s face.
“40 years later, same bullshit.”
Sometimes, Mrs. Donna Jean liked to easy skank.
Rumors can be true, rumors can be false. Rumors are always ugly.
Pretending to be above spreading rumors for the sole and obvious purpose of alluding to one is cheap, but fun.
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