Yeah, I got caught doing the BEAVER BOUNCE at the night club. If you wanna see, you gotta
click here. There is no photographic evidence of the KRUNKLE KICK that followed.
Some kid at the party mansion next door to my apartment (I call it RANCID RANCH) is on the porch with an amp and an extension cord, attempting to play Sunshine of Your Love. But he keeps cracking up and stopping because there's a woman next to him who's vomiting into the bushes.
Next time you see me? I might be wearing
this.