We Be Superjuice. we roundy pounded kathedral. here's proof.
so yeah. there's a lot more pictures. I think. I mean judging by the amount of blinding flashes aimed at us, i'd have to say there's a good chance there's more than this. I'll get them for you. probably. but for now, here's the ones i do have. enjoy.
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| we opened the show in the usual way; with a tear jerking rendition of 'wind beneath my wings'. seanny was the wings, delroy was the wind beneath them. | sometimes i sit back and wonder why i put captions here. i mean, wtf? how could anyone possibly need captions for these? the last one was pretty good though. not to toot my own horn, but toot toot. i'll keep going. you're welcome | see like there is really no caption that can explain this. and its not a 'had to be there' moment. i was there. i don't get it either. |
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ah yes. 30 seconds before our grey gooses got cooked. |
dynamike handing out the kiddie cups full of straight vodka we clearly didn't need. | sound man not doing his job? mike's mic not loud enough? point yours at him from 10 feet away. always does the trick. |
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foreground: seanny and delroy - dancin. background: dave - razzled and/or dazzled. |
dave snaps and gives the eff up. each guy rapping is drunker than the next, none of them are on the same song, let alone the same verse. and still, the crowd eats it up like a delicious three layer cake of magnificence. | who thinks the wrong guy has the butterface bag on? |
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| its the weirdest thing. errtime mike straps that butterface bag on his mellon and him and delroy are crazy stage drunk, he always wakes up the next morning with a sore bum. talk about a weird hangover. | they cal him Hanzi. It's short for handsome. and no. they don't. but since i'm writing this, i can say whatever i want. and i think my nickname should be Hanzi the Handsome Heart Throb. | they call him Hanzi. its short for handsome. and really, they do. or at least i do. i mean, come on. look at him. gorgeous. |
