Once on the flatlands of eastern South Dakota
One weary drunkard lost his way...
One weary drunkard lost his way...
I have arrived at a musical explanation for Friday night. Brigadoon is somewhere near here, and one of its inhabitants escapes and shows up to haunt the bars of Brookings just one night per year. Based on my calculations, this date is June 24th. All I know is, next June I'm going to make sure I'm out of town. Beware. Vampires aren't the only undead creatures we need to worry about. Pass the garlic.
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