Pro Tour Punditry
Guru
Many years ago when I was just as tall and majestic but ever so much more muscly and agile I worked as "security" at a Dwight Yoakam gig. For some reason there was a high number of fascists in the crowd trying to get on the stage and knock seven shades of shít out of Mr Dwight. Thankfully there were lots of us majestic chaps at hand and they were all escorted out of the premises (it was this evening which made me realise it was my forte to be a delegator rather than a do-er). And the rest of the evening went splendidly. I even think I got a shag, but not from Dwight.
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