“Contact lens.”
Let it go, man. You don’t want that back.
“Vision’s all blurry. If I can’t see, I can’t play slide.”
…
Oh, noes.
“Ah, bite my chooch.”
No slide guitar? How terrible.
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“Contact lens.”
Let it go, man. You don’t want that back.
“Vision’s all blurry. If I can’t see, I can’t play slide.”
…
Oh, noes.
“Ah, bite my chooch.”
No slide guitar? How terrible.
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