I would thoroughly recommend investing in a rickety old piano and quitting smoking cigarettes. Get a dog, double up on your drinking habits, and when all the stress of life slams home as you realise that you're late bysome dozen weeks on two top level really harsh Uni' mods (A437 & A330). D-day looms any day now (with the booze and thr disti ct lack of broads, and the extention, and the pressure responded to with wine and singing Old Time pian-ee Cumberland Gap over and over 'til the cows come home on an out of tune upright Joanna with one too many ringers, unsound notes, discordant, yet in perfect cadence. "I miss my daddy and more grandpa, goin' on back, to Cumblerland gap, I wish I was back on the farm, plantin' them taters long as your arm; Goin' on back, to Cumberland gap..." for hours, and hours, in D major, on Joesphine, my Joanna. Ringers and all, y'all hear old time.
Must get back to my tma.
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