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Después de un accidente en las islas Fiyi el año pasado, el guitarrista de los Rolling Stones Keith Richards, de 63 años, escribe otra página en su particular leyenda al asegurar que inhaló durante una juerga las cenizas de su padre, fallecido en el 2002. (leer). La entrevista fue realizada por la revista Britanica NME (rock) aqui se puede leer la entrevista original. Que divertido que es Keith Richards.

In an awesome interview given to British rock magazine NME, Rolling Stones lead guitar's Keith Richards admits having snorted the ashes of his own father. I could not help but laugh after reading that part of the interview. Well actually the whole article is very interesting for whose who love the BEST ROCK BAND EVER. (read)
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Kev Cruz said…
hahahahah! We posted about the same thing Dude! It means we're on the same wave length!
take care my good friend!
7:10 AM
Four-eyed-missy said…
Dude, that's really, uhm, terrible! I am referring to the story, and not about you and Kevin's posting the same story. Now, what are the odds, eh?
7:43 AM
Callie said…
*yeahhhh dude, i snorted me dads ashes to incorporate his spirit into me own flesh and bones.....Sorry pops for inhaling you instead of burying you or tossing you out to sea.*

What a wacked out way to remember your dearly departed.Bury you? nah..We'll just turn you into rubbish and inhale you.

*winks
callie
12:51 AM
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