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We signed autographs today during the pre-show meet and greet at Stumper Records. The fans loved us. So do we.
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Sep 15
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| Using pre-gnawed dental floss, some saggy underwear elastic, and a package of tartar sauce, Sancho was able to hack into APOP's computers. From their, we hijacked their e-mail list, and altered their website. Now we get all their fans, and their site has pictures of used q-tips and naked grannies on it . We are GOOD. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Saul came down with a bad case of the runs the other night, and could barely play. After a few beers some wine, and some bottles of nailpolish, he was feeling MUCH better. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| We got into a bit of a snag with the venue. The stage was not big enough to accomodate our "light shoe", which was vital to preservation of our egos...I mean, stage show. We took potshots at the promoter and the venue owner. We said their mothers were ugly. We made oogy faces and stuck out our tongues. We called them bad names like poopy head, and monkey butt, and spam eater. Then we held our noses, pretending that they smelled really bad. we waved our contract around until they had paper cuts. hey cried and threatened to tell our moms. We threatened never to play marbles with them again unless we could have our shoe. Then we took their lunch money. They finally broke down and called for a wrecking ball and a backhoe to knock out the portion of the ceiling and the walls that were in the way of our display. Then we asked for more microphones. And more cheez curls. And some donuts. And more beer. And a puppy for Christmas. They said we were mean and nasty. We took our toys and went home. They missed out. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The show was great tonight. That's what I was told after I came to, anyway. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| We think that APOP is catching on to us.....we do not think we can get another show cancelled. Our brazen attempts must have attracted some attention. Both Saul and Sid are missing. We think they may have been lured into a basket of sweaty, beer stained boxers that was destined for the laundromat. Like so many of our brothers that have gone before us, we know that this could only be foul play. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Using Stephan's beer money, Sancho bribed the lowly merchandise boy slave to replace all of APOP's t-shirts with ours! HA-HA! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Only Saul returned today, looking pale and ragged. He had been severely bleached, and spun dry, and was more than a little frayed from his encounter with some renegade loose change. We weep for our missing roadie, Sid. Then we realize that it's more beer for us. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| The show was a disaster. Steve broke all his guitar strings. Shawn accidentally put his head through on of the drums, and impaled Saul with a drumstick. Sancho forgot where all the black keys were, and I came down with a throat condition that forced me to sing backwards in Vietnamese. The after show party sucked too. Steve brought this skanky pair of hose with him, and got so drunk that he puked up a lint ball and passed out. What a night. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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