When I'd grab my jig rod and make a cast out of Keith's sled, he would get this look on his face like that look when you go to get the last cold beer in the fridge, and you find it's not there.

Like, WTF?!?

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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames