One of my three friends and I somehow convinced a man to hire us to "DJ" at his bar. When he finally agreed after several months, which we never thought would happen, we actually had to pick a DJ name. As beaver-havers in a male-dominated field, we decided on Beaver Fever. We made fliers, Facebook invites, the works. Then we discovered that Beaver Fever is also the name of a diarrheal infection. Shit.
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