Few things are more entertaining than the annual event wherein Kenny tries to announce the winners of a costume contest to a hundred monged-out hippies paying little to no attention to him at 1:45 in the morning.
An Ode To Greggers by Marc Olszewski There was once was a boy named Greg Who was not hatched from an egg Pops mounted his lady And shared his man gravy And now there is a boy named Greg. There is a man and his name is Risko He cannot be found at the disco He drinks and he smokes and tokes and tokes and tokes this is the man they call Risko. These days we call him Greggers He once made a woman preggers He's tall and he's sweet With two hands and two feet G-R-E-G are his letters. Let's drink to this beautiful cunt That 50-drinkin, shin kickin' runt To say it may be crude Downright vile and rude But fuck it - Let's drink to this beautiful cunt!
dammit.... if I had known that, I'd have gone for sure - I just couldn't risk a super-late night as I'm a bit under the weather anyway. But getting home around 1am would have been just fine. At 10pm last night I was two blocks away from the venue waiting for a bus to go home.
I'm been on the fence for some time and now it's crunch time. But I have a 12 hour work day to deal with today and work again in the morning, so I'm kinda hoping I won't be looking at hitting the sack at 3am. The difference of a couple of hours makes all the difference to me. yeah I know blah blah blah shutup MarcO.
bradm - that would be Chris Gatchne.
I agree, some of the vocals were a bit flat sounding in the mix at times. It was nice to see you brad, sorry we didn't have a chance to talk. I hope the part where Deb screamed into your mics turned out great.