so the moral of the story is.
black keys and fiery furnaces last night. holy shit on a stick. like, feces-of-the-pope satay.
quotes include:
(referring to the band)
nell: come say hi!
jon: come sleep in my bed! i mean, we can just cuddle. it doesn't have to be gay.
jon: yeah, my friends always get mad at me when i back up on the highway. i don't know why. what?
eric: [SMASH] holy fuck, did you just throw that vodka bottle at alia?
wes: yeah, so this old drunkass lady comes up to me and starts making out with me, and i'm like "whoah, what the hell?" and then she just runs up on stage and starts dancing like an idiot.
me: is that lipstick on your neck?
wes: i really fuckin' wouldn't be surprised.
nell: i guess she looked better up close than she did on stage.
wes: hey, man, i was fuckin' wasted! wasn't my fault!
jon: hey, man, do you like...pot?
alia: hey, man, do you like...air?
yes. good laugh there.
quotes include:
(referring to the band)
nell: come say hi!
jon: come sleep in my bed! i mean, we can just cuddle. it doesn't have to be gay.
jon: yeah, my friends always get mad at me when i back up on the highway. i don't know why. what?
eric: [SMASH] holy fuck, did you just throw that vodka bottle at alia?
wes: yeah, so this old drunkass lady comes up to me and starts making out with me, and i'm like "whoah, what the hell?" and then she just runs up on stage and starts dancing like an idiot.
me: is that lipstick on your neck?
wes: i really fuckin' wouldn't be surprised.
nell: i guess she looked better up close than she did on stage.
wes: hey, man, i was fuckin' wasted! wasn't my fault!
jon: hey, man, do you like...pot?
alia: hey, man, do you like...air?
yes. good laugh there.