slacking at work
Actually, this could be considered the second of my two allotted 15-minute breaks that I get each day. So I'm not technically slacking.
If you didn't come to the first night of the Randolph Township 2005 Freedom Festival to see the Super Team of Dudes play (and I can guarantee that anyone reading this didn't), you missed out on a rockin' good time. Despite the fair itself being really lame, and the band before them sucking (unless you like crappy aggro-nu-whatever the hell it's called nowadays), the Super Team of Dudes pulled through and rocked the house. Even though it was outside. To get an inkling of the glorious performance you did not witness, go check 'em out.
If you didn't come to the first night of the Randolph Township 2005 Freedom Festival to see the Super Team of Dudes play (and I can guarantee that anyone reading this didn't), you missed out on a rockin' good time. Despite the fair itself being really lame, and the band before them sucking (unless you like crappy aggro-nu-whatever the hell it's called nowadays), the Super Team of Dudes pulled through and rocked the house. Even though it was outside. To get an inkling of the glorious performance you did not witness, go check 'em out.