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Yesterday was long as fuck. however long fuck might be. I worked from 7 to 5 unloading the truck(my back now feels like someone stabbed me with a pick axe, but thats probably the bad sleeping position), then I drove to Adams house and we drove to practice and we worked on new shit until 9pm. Its heavy shit, more of a bluesy, heavy sort of thing. I don't know, its hard to describe, but it sounds cool. I didn't know Adam was such a good drummer. I drank green tea with a double shot of honey in it the whole day in order to slightly maintain my voice, which worked. I had like four bottles of the shit. Anyway, then we drove home and I drove to Holly's. We got together and drove to SK Net and I did the last spot on a show which had the Fat Man of Comedy scaring the whole club with insane sexual innuendo directed toward the women in the crowd. I mean fucking graphic. Then he told everybody, quite convincingly that he was going to shoot us all from the stage. It was fucking awesome. Scary, but awesome. Ummmmm, Scott Ocascheck(sp?) was there and he did pretty good. Ian did a good set, which featured an impersonation of me which Scott does as well. They both just say fuck a whole bunch of times and talk about raping emo kids with exotic power tools. But I like it. Adam didn't show up, but Pete Jerotovich(sp?AGAIN) was their and he did well. His act is getting better. I think he was taking comedy classes and you can tell with his delivery. Its really smooth and he has a general stage presence that is really good. Ummm, I did my shit which included but is not limited to
- Punching panda bears in the throat
- Making fun of Eric Claptons son
- Napalming Giraffs
- Leaving threatening notes on boquets of flowers.
- Smashing other peoples cars at the post office.
Okay, so anyhow that was most of set that I remember. It went over well. The kids who want to hear the metal jokes were there, but I forgot to tell one. Ian has been asking me to tell the joke about Eric Claptons son for a while and I keep forgetting but I did finally last night. Also, I figured out a genius way to hide my set list! I tapped it to the back of my Pabst Blue Ribbon Can!
Anyway, then Holly and I went to Liberty East, as we do after every show, and had drinks of the normal kind. She had Tea and a chicken salad sandwhich, and I had a Dr. Pepper. Dr. Pepper is only really good from the machine in a glass with ice. Trust me you fucks, it is. Anyhow, thats about it. I have to get a CPCC schedule today and sign up for next semester tommorow. I don't know what to take as yet. We will see....