A young girl is given a pile of manure for her birthdayby her cruel parents.
She's over joyed, and starts digging in it.
When asked why, she says, if there's this much shit,
there's got to be a pony here somewhere.
Here's the pony making my month better, on the last day of it, we're playing a gig this Saturday night at The Alchemy bar.
And it's free, and starts and nine pm, and goes all night.
You'll have time to catch the motor primitives at Mickey's and still see us, as we stumble through our third set, if that was already in the works.
The gig's free, and starts around ten pm. Usually a little before.
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