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April 9, 2014 by
Frank Pesci - 1293 views - 0 comments
One Sunday, I was subbing in a choir in Mississippi. On that particular Sunday, the church in question was auditioning a candidate to be their next Music Director. He worked us a little bit, then said the following, in the laziest South Mississippi Drawl you can imagine, “Now, when you look at me, you see country, you hear country, you ...
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