I need some smack, Bert

I, on the other hand, do not

toothbrush, right?

the ominous setlist (never to be typed again, fuck efficiency dawG)

like a tumbling submarine of rock 'n roll

add one more to the emotion roster

headsmash, blend needs a new manager

Rhyme Mind Theory

with

rhymes

in

mind

they

theorize

about

lines

gone

wild.

our double agent posing as an off-duty occifer, travo

dreadlock holiday

a bittersweet and adorable symphony, that's cheeks

fatthew "rotten" thomas

I pretty much invented the term "prog rock".... and bifocals... i invented those too

Morris Orchids

trav's hoping they stop adding members of the band so they can break even and still afford the shots

foreman lush

oso crooningly wonderful

(fatt thomas to guitar: you mad-dawgin' me, bitch?)

turner pledged his undying eternal love to you too?!?!?! HE'S MY MAN!!!!

incendiary

inner-eyelid gazer

adoring fans

this bass has two daddies... just like my friend ronald in middle school... hm.

M stands for.... what again?

I ain't 'fraid a' no ghosts

and they ain't 'fraid to dance...

...but they wilt like dandelions around lush and his vintage shirts

kriticali keeps a discerning eye on the wall-orchids

i'll never let them take you from me again baby

hey it's turner!

and those guys..

and hey, why not, a tambourine!

and they proceeded to ascend through the roof and into the clouds

... and nobody thought much of that, but they sure as shitfire loved the show

... am i right?

fuckin' a right you are.

len a little too enthused by the picture-in-progress

those chops cost more than your life... and a gordita

The Blend?!

born rock stars methinks

nirvana here we come (not the fucking band, asshole)

rockrockrockrockwait...

...let'ssseeehere......

okthat'sbetter

oohh yeah....fuck.... i'm spent

and so are they

but they haven't seen shit yet

because marc ain't satisfied yet

and they ain't goin' home 'til the crowd is spent at least once more....

....so men on a mission go to work

marc, I think the crowd's ready.......

.....

........

.............

BLEAAAAASSRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHAOHPAOIFHPAO!!!!!!!!1111

yeah, that's the stuff

I agree. I'm gonna put this down before we blow this shit into orbit... where there's no pressure, and our little bodies will explode

... from lack of pressurized space suits

and then i ran out of batteries

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