Presently managing the elitist Birmingham, Michigan boyband "The Castratos". These colon cowboys, who are cursed with bizarre vocal registers, can usually be found lounging about in the town's premier watering hole, The Blue Martini. On any given day, it's not uncommon to observe any one of the sissies singing for their gooey supper normally served up straight from some old fart's flacid meat-faucet.
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