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Since this was my bright idea, I'll begin....
Once upon a time, there was a little one-room schoolhouse in the middle of early suburbia. In this rickety building, some kids got some learnin. There were more boys than girls, since the boys were needed at home to run the deep fryer. There were a few boys at the school, however. Four to be exact. Their names were Scott, Mark, Scott (also affectionately called, "Flip" by a group of giggling girls), and Brett. The boys created their own club and built a fort up around them. That is, until they hit puberty. None of the girls at the schoolhouse ever dated the, "Bartleby Brothers" as they were called around town. They mostly kept to themselves until, one-by-one all the kids grew up. Most of them left that tiny town, forgetting the dusty roads that would someday lead them all back together again.
The Bartleby Brothers started a little music group in a college dorm. They found out that they were pretty good at that and they got really big really quickly. Though the brothers were always close before, they started to drift apart a little during the rise in their careers. But, we're getting ahead of ourselves here...
Ten of the girls hightailed it out of the country to New York City in a rented Uhaul. They took turns driving between poker games in the back "lounge" When they got to the big city, they showed no mercy. Conquering their dreams at every turn, these girls turned into fine upstanding ladies - during the day.
At night, well that was a totally different story....
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