So, as all of you know, I'm taking lessons for drums, otherwise known as drum lessons. Wait, you actually don't know that, but that's OK, because all that you need to know is that I'm taking lessons for drums, OKADL (figure out the acronym, it's not to difficult) and I'm supposed to play this...
Obviously, neither my drumset or my skills are as great as this guy's, nor am I as high on meth as he is, but I still have to play this monster.
On to the second thing, my grandpa's cars. I guess you could say that my grandpa (the same one who taught me the mystic arts of Frisbee, all of which I've pretty much forgot) collects cars because he has this...
and this....
and these all in his garage, and that's just like a fifth of his whole collection.
So, hopefully, I can kill him (not, that would be morally immoral) to get all of these. Or just try to buy something along these lines with my meager $1500 in savings. Peeps in the crib say HAY....hay.
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