mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-8-30 at 20:59 |
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Free Set of Air Drums
The time has come to part ways with a much loved and well used set of air drums.
This set has been very loyal to me for the last ten years or so and now i've decided it's time for them to be loved by someone else.
Drum Kit setup perfect for playing all of your favorite tunes by all of your favorite drummers......
Keith Moon [The Who]
Jon Bonham [Led Zeppelin]
Ringo Star [The Beatles]
Bobby Schayer [Bad Religion]
Rick Allen [Def Leppard] *single air drum stick included.
AND MANY MORE.
please inquire with a response or send me a private message for further description.
***Lessons Available***
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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mr. dobalina
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| posted on 2004-8-30 at 21:55 |
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Air Drum Kit perfect gift for family members, friends or even that special someone. Hours of entertainment and even a good work-out at times.
Easily Stored, Fully Mobile, and the perfect start to your very own Air Band.
Whether listening to music at home, walking down the street with an iPod, or riding shotgun in a friends car, there is no place you cant rock out.
ACT NOW!
Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am
amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record:
you're so cool, you're so cool, you're so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet
had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I'm not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him
of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are
now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn't have named our son Elvis.
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mi
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| posted on 2004-8-30 at 22:15 |
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do you suppose that it might accompany an air bass with great class and style?
the act of sacraficing bitter memories
i cant bring myself to fogive you, i cant force myself to fogive you, i cant bring myself to forgive you
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