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I didn't drink a Scotch


Bob Log III at Cafe Bourbon Street

I sorta have a rule that any time I see a dude in a sequined black jumpsuit don a helmet with a phone attached to it and play some wicked country blues licks while singing and kicking a drum and cymbal, I have to tell the world about it.

Bob Log III sizzled last night at Bourbon Street. Scott Biram threw a couple of strong punches, too.  And Grafton rules.  Over and out.

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