Damn…it’s that magical time of year boys and girls. That is RIGHT…I’m going to be 33 years old next Saturday, the 28th. Of course, this means that I am now just a mere 15 years younger than Don Lafon…Bwahahahaha.
So what kind of amazing festivities do I have planned…well… I could not afford to get the seventeen midget strippers to dive off of the building into a shot glass filled with butterscotch pudding. Nor could I get Satan to answer any of my emails inviting him to join Jennifer Lopez on-stage with the aforementioned divers for the midget gang-bang. That chick that can put both of her feet in her mouth at the same time won’t call me back either…sigh.
BUT..fear not. I have booked three awesome bands in addition to the awesome band that I play in. Plus, my Mom is coming down for this gig. Not only will it be her first rock concert…it will also be her first time in a bar…WOW. Guess I better not wear a shirt with anything about raping the corpse of Mother Theresa on it.
And, like any of you had any doubts, the bass solo will be sick. (Unless I fuck it up…haha).
Be there…or just kill yourself now and save the vengeful gods the trouble.