So, last night my band (which plays funk-rock) played in a battle of the bands competition to raise money for charity with a bunch of other bands (in which all but one were really angry/sad and played hardcore)... Assuming we would not win due to the over-whelming popularity of music that supports a soundtrack to committ suicide to, I decided to play in a long black skirt... barefoot and shirtless. The catch? We won.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
We've got it all on video. I'll have to upload it as soon as my buddy who filmed it gets it to me.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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