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It's Called a Rock Concert, Mom

A rowdy, rollicking time writhing in fresh mud and slime A pig might even call it ‘a bath’ ~ didn’t mitigate mom’s wrath

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Oliver Mckeithan

Date: 5/2/2025 5:22:00 AM

You didnt go to Woodstick did you? LOL

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/3/2025 9:32:00 PM

Nope. No way I was going to Woodstock, except as a cop or National Guardsman. ~ Da Fuzz

Heidi Sands

Date: 5/1/2025 10:37:00 AM

Lol. Good one . I went to many concerts when I was young. No mud though lol :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/3/2025 9:33:00 PM

Glad there was no mud at your concerts, Heidi. lol. ~ Clean Gene

Michael Tor

Date: 5/1/2025 12:54:00 AM

Sounds like the Woodstock concert Gershon... Mom's wrath was feared most... lol.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/3/2025 9:38:00 PM

No Woodstock for me, Batman. Too '60's. ~ Rockin' Robin, a 50's Man