If you and Mcfing start a band

McFing sits in his old worn out easy chair, it has worn out holes in it and from one of these holes he produces a fat sack of light green weed with pretty red hairs throughout. He rolls using a rolling machine he got from sending in two hundred proof of purchase stamps of Emo cereal. A fine number it is and he lights it up and then hands you the smoking stick. You smoke it down with him while listening to the Os Mutantes. McFing says he would like to be in a band, he really enjoys jamming and is descent on electric bass. You say you can play guitar fairly well and the two of you decide to form a band together.

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