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Joined: December 2004 Posts: 370
Location: Isle of Man, UK | People think I'm strange, being almost permanently single in the relationship field, and not having any real interest in "Specialist" websites...
These two guitars are the first things in a while that have made me go "woah... hello" out loud. So much so that my Boss thought I'd somehow got round the work firewall to one of the above mentioned specialist websites.
Enjoy, and try not to dribble too much guys.
JB |
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Joined: March 2002 Posts: 14842
Location: NJ | ". . People think I'm strange . ."
Welcome to the Club . . . |
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Joined: December 2004 Posts: 370
Location: Isle of Man, UK | It appears I asked for that... |
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 Joined: July 2005 Posts: 3410
Location: GA USA | I saw the topic and thought maybe I was gonna see this (on ebay now). Yours runs a close second, though.
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 Joined: September 2003 Posts: 9301
Location: south east Michigan | Ooooooo
calender, calender, calender :D |
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Joined: April 2003 Posts: 2503
Location: Fayetteville, NC | What are they auctioning? the guitar or the Girl??!! :eek: |
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Joined: May 2002 Posts: 3005
Location: Las Cruces, NM | Wellll Steve???
We all have at least one guitar or more.
Draw your own conclusion as to what else we would want to go with our guitars.
That is a pretty guitar in the picture but I was more attracted to the guitar stand. |
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Joined: April 2003 Posts: 2503
Location: Fayetteville, NC | Point well taken Bailey.
I wonder if they'll sell the guitar stand? :D |
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Joined: December 2002 Posts: 939
Location: Fort Worth, Texas | An Oh-Baby, Oh-Baby Blue stand for the Baby Blue... :p |
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Joined: May 2002 Posts: 3005
Location: Las Cruces, NM | Sounds like a cry in the night, definately Bob Dylan like.
How does it feel to have no guitar stand at home
How does it feel to have to carry it and roam
How does it feel to see a sexy stand not yours
How does it feel to play your tool without hers
How does it feel to be without a sexy guitar stand
And set in your room and watch pictures of dreams
drifting away and reality drifting in and knowing
your footsteps will never cross her bedroom door |
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