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The Oregon Trail
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Portland, bitches.
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Portland again, bitches.
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Please.... we are counting on you.
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buttons and keys and knobbies, oh my
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There was actually a naked midget with a party hat on behind the curtain. Bob just couldnt turn away.
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Some Red Note Relaxation
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Thats just weird.
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Seth the soundman working some magic, Evan and Arcellus setting up.
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Moichandising
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Bend, the 'Boldt and Beyond
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Hey Bob, is that Blue Steel, or Magnum?
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Seattle
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New family
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Ahoy.
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Let the power of the Michael Jackson dangley doo dah guide you.
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Sophista-Bob. One hell of a German.
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Brand new friends and donaters to the house-a-broke-ass-musician fund.
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