Each time, I rediscover why I love GWAR
I came home from Orlando last night bruised, exhausted, and smelling like every flavor of BO that saunters into Downtown Disney with $20.50 in his pocket. I step into the shower and, massaging the product into my scalp as the directions recommend, shampoo all the semen and urine out of my hair. Rinse and repeat. Having worked up a good lather, I scrub all the bile off of myself. And once again for good measure. Get out of the shower, towel off, and take out my contacts, stained red from taking shots of blood straight into the eyes over and over for the better part of an hour.
Just when I'm finally feeling clean, confident that I can go to sleep without staining my bedsheets, I blow my nose and out comes beet red corn syrup. GWAR isn't just a treat for the eyes and ears. It's a full body experience.
Just when I'm finally feeling clean, confident that I can go to sleep without staining my bedsheets, I blow my nose and out comes beet red corn syrup. GWAR isn't just a treat for the eyes and ears. It's a full body experience.