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I got backstage to a Weird Al concert. It went typical, but if I would do it again in a parallel universe, it would go just like this...
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| Hey, I am Weird Al!(*cough*) | |
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| DUDE YOUR MY FUCKING IDOL!!! Please, sign my poodle. Wait what is that sound? | |
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| Its nothing, but yeah I will sign. You know, maybe we could hang out sometime, wanna come on the road with me?(*cough*) Fuck school! | |
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| Holy shit did Weird Al just ask me to be his fucking roadie! I get to hang out in his bus, talk to the band, help him write songs...wait what is that smell? | |
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| So...what you are saying is that Weird Al was high? But how did you know? And why didn't you accept the offer? Getting stoned with Al must kick ass! | |
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| I could smell weed. I also thought I heard two dudes fucking in the bus. Either that or they were playing Spice Girls.. Either way it is torture. | |
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