When I was in college at Ohio University, there were a few guys in my dorm (Weld Hall) that formed a band. I do not recall the name of the band. They had guitars and some drums, but none of them knew how to play any of the instruments.
They only had one song, "Wardrobe," which they played at a bar called the Hangar 5 (at least I'm pretty sure it was the Hangar 5). The Hangar 5 was a huge old machine shop that had been cleared of machines (save a massive press in the "courtyard" of which my Dad said, "Holy christ, look at that old press! They oughtta get it working and have Crush Day--crush anything you want for a buck: pictures of old girlfriends, textbooks. Hell that press would crush a whole desk!). After the heavy equipment was dispatched, the expansive building was filled with picnic tables, pool tables, video game machines and a huge bar.
I spent untold hours at the Hangar 5, wherein a can of Stroh's cost 50 cents.
When the guys in my dorm played at the Hangar 5, they made a great deal of noise with their guitars and drums while repeating the following lyrics:
My clothes don't fit.
I look like shit.
As brilliant today as it was in 1986.
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Today's graphic features your humble hostess and an unidentified South Green Romeo circa 1986. No additional information is available.