"The Aristocrats"

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Or, "I Wonder If I'll Come Remove This Post When I'm Not Drunk".

Oh, classy, classy, classy. Viscount's gonna love this one.

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Fuck, at my age Bach was writing organ inventions and I'm lolling about on green drugs and coffee wondering

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Anyway, that crap aside- there's some serious thinking to do on this one. Let's all put our thinking caps on and scratch a chin on this.


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Or maybe...hmmmm.

I've got a funny joke about skipping th' formalities and just cutting a hole in a dollar bill but I won't go there on th' Viscount's sober, reverential blig. But who's to say, you know? Who is really to say? I played this big Singles dance a couple of weeks ago and there were definitely some silverbacked flirtin' Myrtles if you know what I mean. The drummer Alonzo Washington was like don't knock it, man.

I remember my buddy Kent had this superhot mom that everybody called The Silver Fox. God, do I love that. Word always flew that Eric might have...well...word always flies, right? He'll never say.



Here's the Grande Dame dishing it with Trotsky at a soiree at the French Embassy.

In 1932.

Yeah, I know, I know- all this conjecturing is getting us nowhere. We have to apply some deductive reasoning and shit.







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But that's just what I think.