Santa Smells Like Bourbon…
Monday, December 11th, 2006
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Baby Roadies?- "Have you seen parents at airports? They just become, like Baby Roadies. Like a truckload of gear, for a nine pound thing. Like "Who's the Rock Star?" It is this big, it shits itself, and the guy has like: Hip Pack. Fanny Pack. Front Pack. Back Pack. And he's like walking around with all the diapers and all this shit and the woman's like "ugggggg" and they have Sherpa guides behind them holding packages: "Ho-We-Oh. We-Ohhhh-oh." "Where are you guys going?" "We're loading the baby and entourage onto the plane."
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- "Have you seen parents at airports? They just become, like Baby Roadies. Like a truckload of gear, for a nine pound thing. Like "Who's the Rock Star?" It is this big, it shits itself, and the guy has like: Hip Pack. Fanny Pack. Front Pack. Back Pack. And he's like walking around with all the diapers and all this shit and the woman's like "ugggggg" and they have Sherpa guides behind them holding packages: "Ho-We-Oh. We-Ohhhh-oh." "Where are you guys going?" "We're loading the baby and entourage onto the plane."
