Perfect Game

Today, we scored a perfect game. Really, we did. If you don´t believe me, I might say you´re Hitler.

Me and Jens had a great day before we practiced as well. We sat in the sun sipping beer and cheering on the old A-teamers that passed by on their daily hunt for alcohol.

Joel woke up to an explosion. He refused to tell us what happened.

Key of the Day: E Major

Industri Royal Trivia: Everyone in the band, except for Jens, likes sex.

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