we be superjuice. we drank the place dry. then hit the stage. we think.
wow. so we hit the stage an hour and a half late. yap. 1:30am. kudos to the promoter for his fantastical organization skillz. being that we pride ourselves on being the most punctual band in hip hop, we were not amused. BUT it did mean an hour and a half extra drinking time. which = stellar performance. from what i can remember anyway. i mooned a lot. mostly an unsuspecting dynamike. and all the people taking pictures of us were apparently as sober as we were ,which explains why there's only seven (7) pics up here. that's all there is. the girls who drove up from new york to see us were so taken with the "date rape strength" canadian beer they forgot to take pictures AND forgot where their hotel was. perfect.
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| will the onstage grab ass ever stop? probably not. its even more funner than it looks. | ahh the duet. i saw a single tear roll down dynamike's face during it. maybe it was his brutal migraine. probably not. | hmm. i usually get stuck at the third caption. not sure why. blah blah handsome blah blah something funny. |
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| butterface. what you can't see is dave playing the drums with his feet. which is too bad, people are still talking about it. | the devil in his eyes, a python in his pants, but baby jebus in his heart. | ok. maybe its just this third column i have a problem with. let's start calling it the turd column. |
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| this looks like it should be in blender or something. maybe a blender. nope. blender the magazine. someone send it to them. bcc me on that yo. thanks. | ||
