Apparently I can be a Carnival Worker in the town of Humpty-Doo.
I shit you not.
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- Vic
- I'm an All-Purpose Groover. A laid-back guitarist, bassist and teacher. A percussionist. I'm an ecletic mix of interests that occasionally combine into a coherent thought process. Unless I have a hangover.
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5 comments:
If you become a carnie then I want a divorce.
The only thing scarier than a carnie is the people who sleep next to them.
egads, vic!
Humpty-doo?
Vic, can I have some of your drugs, please?
Actually, that sounds like the kind of job you could do for six months then spend the rest of your life as a successful horror writer.
Where on earth is Humpty-Doo?!
I just looked it up.
It's a little way outside Darwin and has got a pub and a huge statue of a boxing crocodile.
Sounds just the place for a lesbian musician, Vic … or perhaps not.
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