Might as well hit the hat trick tonight.

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It was a late October evening as I settled into the now defunct Lo-Fi cafe, prepared to see what should have been an interesting show. Unprepared however, for just how miserable certain people can make a concert. I believe the picture I used to sum up what I saw was:

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[anonymous]

i fucking hate you.

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I don't think so Annie, don't have time. Want to drink, cigarette, you know?

[anonymous]

my name isn't annie, i have plenty of time, and yes... i would like a drink. preferably jagermeister, if not then i'll settle for some rum. yes, i would also like a cigarette-- marlboro menthol please.

but i still hate you.

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I hate you so much I take your mother on a date, telling her she's paying and I'm eating five steaks

Time for get to a punch for your face.

[anonymous]

you're so stupid. my mother died two years ago, asshole. ooh! punch in YOUR face!!!

i hate you so much. go kill yourself already.

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I am the dog. You are the cat. How you like that (biggety baseball bat)?

[anonymous]

meow meow, scratch scratch. i'll rip your sorry excuse for testicles right off of ya and cook em up. get in my belly!!!!!

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You try to sing but you can't, maybe because you forgot to put deodorant. Ididioth.

[anonymous]

You try to sink but you can't, maybe because your head is too full of air.

It's down the road hunny, not across the street. And cut a little deeper next time.

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Why did I want to be like Johnny Poopoopants? Because he has a good butt and is good at dance.

And why do all the ladies want to do the sex with him? Because he has 200 foot Slim Jim.

Ahh shait, the goddamn remix, stupid baish.

[anonymous]

i missed you darling.

let's go do the nasty on a pile of old corpses. wouldn't that be romantic?

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I don't want to make sex, eat chocolate, look at animals, take walk, no. You come home and you say "Hashmir touch me down there I like that"