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Yep, at one time in the dark distant sordid past of this once pristine Candy Apple Red, 1965 Fender Stratocaster, the "Butcher" came calling. There is no rhyme or reason folks. No one knows why the "Buthcher" attacks innocent collectible guitars. We only know that it is indeed a tragedy when the "Butcher" strikes, leaving wood chips, saw dust, and broken dreams in his wake. Urban legend has it that he is likely to be summoned in the prescence of beer, bhang hits, and power tools. The only way to get him to leave is to offer a vintage guitar as sacrifice!
Beware the "Butcher"! |
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