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  • little to none

    Votes: 1 11.1%
  • all the realities combined

    Votes: 2 22.2%
  • rabbit's choice

    Votes: 6 66.7%

  • Total voters
    9
I had a Cort P-bass copy as my first bass. It was used. It sucked. I never regret trading it away.
My friend had an actual Fender P-bass, it had a split p pickup and a j pickup, no pickguard - rear routing for electronics, black neck and metallic silver finish. That was awesome.

Your mileage my vary.
 
...when it comes to p basses and;

especially, and specificall,y in relation to happiness, felt by its owner, of a begotten [clone of a pbass], depending on what you believe to be a sweet 4 or 6 string electric bass guitar of an instrument in the fashion of a 60's type fender pbas for sonic melt down style music?

What if the happiness of the owner is in the relationship of depending on what the face melt down music is with a pbass, rather than being a 4 or 6 string 60's pbas style bass? I think that's how we receiving experience pleasurings based on having what's here when felt by it's owner in any fashion.
 
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I had a sonic melt down once. I showed their bathroom who was boss, that's for sure. Carnie food done right, I say. I could care less that I end up lighter leaving, the food is so gloriously disgusting I can't stop. Can't stop going after I eat there.

And those darn K Cups. Talk about taking crack dealer printer-style geurrila marketing to a whole new level. Give away the machine, hook em on the cartridges. Genius. Yes, most are good coffee, but it barely bridges the gap between Starbucks' overpriced, over-roasted boot coffee and store brand floor sweepings.

And that Papa John dude. Looks just like Dondi grew up and lost his conscious along the way. What a schmoe. If I ever see him in an airport or bowling alley, he in for either a long trip through the screening process after I throw my voice and yell Allah Akbar his way or a greasy ride down the lane to pick up the spare.

That new episode of X Files left me glorp. What a great day it was!!