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Well take a look everyone, it's a fruit cake! I'm not sure Rusty's ass was clean when this picture was taken.
It was a good night. There was a great band from Canada named Wintersleep that rocked our socks off. We bought their CD and we'll be whoring it around for people to listen. We noticed one thing though, everyone in the band was human, save one. This chipmunk looking goofy toothed black keyboard/tamborine artist they kept to the side was, we felt, neglected by most the band. He seemed like a retard. He would just yell random shit into the microphone to feel as if he was part of the experience. We think his marbles may have been loose.
Speaking of loose marbles, this one chic was dancing crazy wild and at risk of her top flipping down as she did it. When the band's set was through Joab told her that her dancing was great and if she was sticking around to dance some more, she replied "ARE YOU EXCITED?!" She had a pleasant voice for being such a psycho freak spaztastic dancing robot that all Joab had to reply with was "Certainly."
Rusty wore an indie shirt the whole night that said "Looking 4 Indie Girl". We found one spunky little Jersey girl that never shutup about loving Texas. Her only beef was that everything was far apart compared to the city. She'll have to cope. She was fun.
Blogging at Burger King is like totally hip and cool because we're the only fcktards with laptops in the place. This Burger King is the worst by the way. Don't every come to the Burger King on St. Johns St. The service is pitiful and the people are one brain cell away from being legally stupid.
"Are you excited?!"
Yes, robot lady, yes I am.