Gwar! 'nuff said.
Months of anticipation are over. Last night I witnessed the most revolting, disgusting, violent acts committed on the planet earth since the thawing. I saw bodies ripped apart, animal corpses raped, Satan slaughtered, cops killed, the VT killer dismembered, and crackheads beheaded. I bathed in their blood and the secretions of their killers. Yes, it was a Gwar show. I'll be honest, it wasn't as good as the last Gwar show I attended, it was still Gwar and it still kicked ass... then raped it. 
This show was part of the Shadows of the Underground tour so the show was a bit different and Gwar abandoned it's usual set. Despite this, there is just something about being witness to the slaughter and sprayed with blood, urine, and other bodily fluids that just keeps me coming back. What can I say? I love Gwar. You can always spot a Gwar show by the dripping wet victims sloshing down empty streets toward abandoned vehicles.
I got home about 2 AM today and stripped the soaking wet clothing off in the garage (with the door closed... I scare the neighbors enough). I wasn't wearing white clothing so I had to ring it out to see what color predominated this evening. Last time there was a putrid purple puddle leaking from my garage. I bottled it and still have some of the magic elixir on the shelf for emergencies. This time it was brown. Brown is way more metal than purple... It means I got more urine and blood on me this time. Thank god for the little things!
So what's the final verdict for the show. I decided to check my under pants. I pulled off the tighty whities that were now completely urine yellow with what appeared to be a blood stained crotch. Yes, you don't get more Gwar than that. Never mind I had to be up at 6 AM. It was well worth it. My ears are still ringing. I will forever worship at the alter of Gwar. Disney World is for pussies.
This show was part of the Shadows of the Underground tour so the show was a bit different and Gwar abandoned it's usual set. Despite this, there is just something about being witness to the slaughter and sprayed with blood, urine, and other bodily fluids that just keeps me coming back. What can I say? I love Gwar. You can always spot a Gwar show by the dripping wet victims sloshing down empty streets toward abandoned vehicles.
I got home about 2 AM today and stripped the soaking wet clothing off in the garage (with the door closed... I scare the neighbors enough). I wasn't wearing white clothing so I had to ring it out to see what color predominated this evening. Last time there was a putrid purple puddle leaking from my garage. I bottled it and still have some of the magic elixir on the shelf for emergencies. This time it was brown. Brown is way more metal than purple... It means I got more urine and blood on me this time. Thank god for the little things!
So what's the final verdict for the show. I decided to check my under pants. I pulled off the tighty whities that were now completely urine yellow with what appeared to be a blood stained crotch. Yes, you don't get more Gwar than that. Never mind I had to be up at 6 AM. It was well worth it. My ears are still ringing. I will forever worship at the alter of Gwar. Disney World is for pussies.
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