The music was loud. The drinks sucked a**, filled to the top, teeming with ice, with little drink. The music was awesome. I remember all these ******** fabulous lines, "Drink mother ******** drink!" "I love to say ********, F-U-C-K." There was ******** awesome bands, such as Wednesday 13, Deadstar, Stemm, and other wonderful bands that I forget the names of at the moment. I can't hear for jack s**t. My neck hurts from banging my head. My arm hurts from giving them the "m/" sign. Ohgawd, it was the best. I bought a t-shirt and patch for Wednesday 13. ******** rawk. I loved the music. I hugged band members, danced with one. It was all goood, man. And man, I just woke the ******** up. . . so don't mess with me. xp And now, I'm heading back to the bed.
 Mr. Jeebus You · Sat May 07, 2005 @ 09:17pm · 5 Comments |
