Rich came round to the stude this very morning. He brought with him, in no particular order, his increasingly pointy beard, his guitar, and his improving-yet-hanging-by-a-screaming-tendon left wrist (which he sprained not as we were originally led to believe when snowboarding, but, he informed us as he departed, at a niche interests festival in Munich).
I just don't know any more if I use commas correctly.
He bravely laid down his guitar parts on a number of tracks interspersed with howls of agony and massaging motions.
Alex joined us in the afternoon but was reluctant to be photographed, citing irreconcilable differences with his hair, but i took a picture anyway. Despite this upset he scorched through a couple of tracks before kindly gifting me his Nord which he took a sudden and odd dislike to, inviting me to sell it on ebay or keep it.
I just don't know any more if I use commas correctly.
He bravely laid down his guitar parts on a number of tracks interspersed with howls of agony and massaging motions.
Alex joined us in the afternoon but was reluctant to be photographed, citing irreconcilable differences with his hair, but i took a picture anyway. Despite this upset he scorched through a couple of tracks before kindly gifting me his Nord which he took a sudden and odd dislike to, inviting me to sell it on ebay or keep it.
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