The Grateful Dead: Your stories about the seventies make your daughter's roommates at Tufts very uncomfortable.
I’m not a fan, but this is so true of the ones I’ve known:
Chicago: You are incapable of talking about Chicago without mentioning their horn section.
No comment:
Allman Brothers Band: You do not own a bong, but can quickly make one from a piece of fruit or an abandoned toilet.
Fleetwood Mac: You have snorted cocaine off a copy of The Hobbit.
Yes: Your ideal partner would be into both tantric sex and fat guys.
Hat tip to MJ.
