We Be Superjuice. We Be Handsome. Here's proof. 80 proof.
Yeah we played Bluesfest. Opened for kanye. Had our own
trailer. Ate avocado salad from the catering tent until we puked (actually
delroy puked a few times the next day, but its not clear whether it was the 6
bowls of avocado salad or the 14 glasses of wine. yeah. wine. he's all man). hung out
backstage with a-trak. chilled with kanye's orchestra of insanely hot musician chicks.
kinda. Got
escorted into the afterparty by a team of bouncers. got thrown out by the same
bouncers an hour later. whatev.the usuals. typical superjuice saturday.
Sooo aaaannnnyyyywwwaaaaayyy here's the pictures. AND the witty captions. you're
welcome kids. so click on them and they get bigger. oh and because i hate when
i'm all trolling the web for pics of, oh i don't know, um, like for example,
megan fox, and you have
to right click and download each picture on its own and its annoying and a waste
of time, well here they all are in a handy, dandy, randy little zip file all
practically begging you to download it.
right click
here for the handsome party pack.
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| well if it isn't the bluesfest flag. pleased to meet you flag. blow flag. blow. | the stage. barely 10 days old. so innocent. so virginal. so young. so naive. poor thing never had a chance. | first fans through the gate: give these dudes a round of applause, or something better to do on a saturday afternoon |
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delroy. on stage. (not pictured: audience) |
dynamike with an unsuccessful last ditch attempt to talk delroy out of playing the guitar. | important preshow band meeting. Topic: should we have practiced? |
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| awwwww cute.... delroy and his mommy, daddy, and auntie marilyn. CUTE!!!!! | backstage. they space themselves out, just in case there's snipers. because sometimes there's snipers. its a SJ SOP. | the door to our trailer. Oh if those walls could talk... |
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| foreground: SJ. background: Peace Tower. Ohhh the history. | big screen? sure. it's pretty big. but not big enough to fit all three ezmc's in. | even 8.2 megapixels can't properly capture the handsome. |
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| kanye west coming out for a surprise guest appearance. straight from the airport. not even time to put down his bag. what a trooper. | delroy graciously lets kanye respond to his soul crushing battle rhymes. (note: history is written by those with the pictures and the websites to post them) | guess what song delroy and kanye are doing? hint: stop checking out amanda's legs and read the bastard sign that's obscuring her boobs |
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| sure pictures can capture the handsome, but only imax can properly capture the dancing. | this pic not making the cover of blender proves there's no justice in this sick world. oh, starving babies kinda proves it too. whatev | Amanda. Five Star General of the Juicestitute Army. |
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| hunter beating those drums like they madeout with his girlfriend. | monsieur delroy and madame madeline. | ain't nothin' wrong with a little on stage grab ass. its a rock and roll tradition |
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| 10 cents a glass. 5 more for some seanny ass. what a bargain. | dynamike mixing us some lemonade. yeah it was a TAD strong. just like him. and thats the way we like it. on both accounts. | can you believe he hasn't had one lesson? not one? yeah. we totally believe it. |
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| ohhhh soooooo pretty... | ...so pretty he fooled delroy. it was an awkward afternoon after this. | yeah. they brought their own hats. real fans bring their own hats. |
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| Yes. Those ARE horsies in our pockets. AND we're happy to see you. | Riding a horsie? Or afixing his weiner cosy? | again with the big screen. again with the dance. again its not gay. |
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| Leesa was going to come up and sing lemonade. she didn't. instead she drank it. A LOT of it. and gave her backstage pass to her drunk friends. | mr mike nasty and ms madeline madhot | sure, it only rained when he played, but that doesnt mean god hated it. it just means god knows delroy looks better wet. who doesn't? |
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| wave your hands in the air, wave 'em like you can't see my belly hair | studies have proven its not gay if its on stage. or on a pirate ship. its a fact. | Enter seanny and his helmet cam. Game on. |
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| the helmet cam. the man. the myth. | delroy's only complaint: "the trailer is nice, the food is gnarls, but the screen was like not all that big enough dawg" | did he rock so hard he blew the face off that building? no its just not done yet. but he could. he could totally rock that hard. |
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| seanny lets loose. amanda and madeline confirm it with giant cards. | so handsome he appears to be glowing. call a physicist, figure it out. let us know. | big mike on the biiig screeen |
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| seanny's there. behind them. and he's touching mike inappropriately. but with love. | Hunter on the big screen: Bigger. Better. Hunter. | dance dance, they're falling apart in half time |
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| he watches delroy dance, and he feels shame. | Hummer, our official Trim Coordinator. On the job, coordinating trim. he even stayed for four (4) whole songs before heading back to HOPE. what a trooper. what a friend. what a man. | seanny with some quick drum lessons hunter didnt need, want, or listen to |
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| an answer to the age old riddle: what's black and white and thirsty all over? | (not pictured 10,000 waaay better rappers asleep in their mom's basement, hip hop cries a single tear) | no effing kidding this is it. yowsers |
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| weeeeeee!!!!!! | um so this it the stage. from like the middle and stuff. | Look at Delroy all signing autographs and whatnot. ROCKSTAR! |
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| delroy & seanny corrupting kanye's orchestra of hot musician chicks. (not pictured, their stern looking handler giving delroy and seanny the evil eye) | L2R: pensive seanny; stunned delroy; hot fan nadine; happy to be there, kanye. you know. just hanging out backstage. talking shit. shootin' the breeze. the usuals. whatev. | after the party its the afterparty and after the party its the hotel lobby with kanye. and yeah, we totally got kanye into the afterparty at the cabin. you're welcome mr west. we like totally run shit in ottawa. |
