Ladies, this is where the magic happens.
You know what they say about a man with a three-tiered Wurlitzer…
As seen on Match.com?
Skin disease never looked this good.
This is why I always bring a pack of Wet-Ones to wipe down the microphones at every club we play. Never know what heinous rotting flesh symptoms you’ll contract from the band that played before you.
And the Lord smote them with floral patterns and pumpkin ties.
And on the 7th day He rested.
