oh dear, my adorable little dinosaurs. i don't care that you're so old you're practically walking decomposition; i love you so. cursed are the cruel suits&ties that have set your reunion tour ticket prices to $130 bones. do they not realize that not only pension collecting senior citizens enjoy your ditties? granted last year's joan baez concert was more of a geriatric convention than a celebration of folk, i was still in attendance with wet eyes and a swollen heart. this should be no exception. bring on the walkers and canes and give mamma a ticket to heaven, someone, anyone, bueller? there must some sort of pathetic contest out there i can win? lyrics? trivia? i think i may have even chosen an "old friends" excerpt for my senior high school quote. that has to merit something.
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