Last night I went out to the Turbonegro/Mondo Generator show at Black Cat, here in DC. Great fucking show - I told y'all to catch this tour in Chicago back on the 19th, for your sake, I hope you went.
The show was good, but I was a wreck - That fucking smoking ban is gonna kill me. Literally. Here's the deal; You have to smoke outside, but you can't bring any drinks outside, so before you can go out for a smoke you have to slam your beer. I spent the whole night slamming beers. Everything gets kinda blurry after 10PM.
Here's what I sorta remember: Bands rock; almost get into fight with another drunk fuck; decide to take quick nap on sacks of wood chips at the garden supply shop around the corner; more drinkin'; Wake up in my underwear in front of my computer waiting for the new Woot to come up; give up - go to bed.
Stupid smoking ban.
8 comments:
Yeah, I'd rather allow someone to smoke in front of me at a show than have them rub up against me to leave for a smoke, then again coming back to their "spot". Smoking ban might result in me getting some kind of skin-borne disease.
Skin-borne disease? You rang.
I even give me the Willies.
Ban the smoking ban!
Just please don't tell me you're too hung over to pick some football games.
Look for the picks sometime on Saturday.
I find it hard to believe that you had your pants off in front of the computer in anticipation of a Woot sale. Woot off? more like Jack Off. Who do you think you're follin'?
I learned long ago that internet porn is for suckers. You'll pick up more viruses that way than anonymous Minneapolis airport bathroom sex.
Sadly, now I do get my internet kicks from the Woot.
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