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Gosh darn it, if those new mini fuzz faces aren't the most adorable little things ever! I just want to cradle them in my arms like little baby hedgehogs.
I've always had a fond memory of one of my 1st shows ever and bringing in Faceless Werewolves from Denton to Houston @ The Proletariat (RIP) and their guy was pulling some good stuff out of a plain ol' red fuzz face. So I know it can go to cool places. I just never got a fuzz face cause...I hesitate to say "basic" but it always seemed like a starter fuzz for some reason. Or like "Oh really? You got the Hendrix fuzz?" (said in a mocking tone). And they're just so big. But man the JHS Smiley in that Legends series earlier this year sounded so nice. It was so hard to go Supreme over Smiley. And now with 'Honey I Shrunk The Fuzz Pedals', they're so ...I'm gonna say it....cute...and tiny. I think I'm going to go with the Germanium one.
Chinaski said:ok well this isn't much mundane cause i was forced into meeting him (gonna get personal). so my dad left my mom for a lady named Connie. she had a son named Eddie (he was like 9 years older than me) who was drafted by the Twins around that time. we played catch, had Thanksgiving dinner together, went into town and met a hometown a friend that played in the NFL at the time (Webster Slaughter). eventually my dad told her to kick rocks cause she was bat shit crazy. around that time Eddie got called up to the Majors. he eventually became a legit major league ballplayer. uh so yeah, 'Everyday Eddie' almost was my step-brotherfrom what i remember, he was a cool ass dude.
Astros player Enos Cabell's son was in my class / grade in Catholic school. So I'd see Enos every blue moon up until 6th grade when my heathenism was too much for the school to handle. Enos was kinda famous also in Houston through his car dealership. Mundane as all hell! Not "Went to amusement park to see weird Al without tickets but then ran into Weird Al himself who personally hands us tickets from his shirt pocket."