Friday, December 30, 2005

Tatanka! Everything's a dolla!


So let me tell you a little bit about the town of Murray, KY. It's a beautiful place with grits aplenty. There are friendly, simple folk, a local college, nipples and our good friend Tatanka. (Mmm! Butter!) It's also the town where we'll be stuck for the next day or so until our van gets fixed.

The deal is that our transmission is kinda fucked. This is Tulsa Dustin's fault, because he asked us the first night if our transmission was going to hold up. He's a dick and jinxed us. We no longer like him.

We're thusly in Murray, watching a preview for the "Girls Gone Wild Games." This will no doubt culminate in much surreptitious jerking later on. I'll keep you posted after I clean up.

We drove from Alton like homie-bros, got into Murray and ended up at the Log Cabin, where the show was taking place. The Log Cabin has delicious dinners, most of which include at least six kinds of pig. We spent the entirety of our meal giggling and singing songs, as we are wont to do, and got on the show. We chowed down on tots n' chili. Mmm!

Apparently the word spread that we were playing and some kids showed up by word of mouth, which was flattering and way-gay in a way that makes me wanna squirm. Also squirm-worthy was the promoter, who was a bit of a goof. Make that uber-goof, in that he made the bands soundcheck on a $100 PA, explained each and everything he did, and played in a band who wore corpsepaint while playing pop-punk. But sweet.

So we played. It was hot. We then met Tantanka and her friend Flashy. (Guess why she's called that and win a prize.) Tantanka offered to employ her hand-slabs for erotic pleasures, but had to split because Steak & Shake was closing soon. We sang songs and danced to the beat of sweet for up to eleven minutes. Jeremy made me laugh so hard I fell down on the pavement and had to be rescued by Snaggle, Jr. and Flashy, who flashed me again. I won't tell you what he said because you'll think we're pure evil.

So now we get to wake up early and fix, fix, fix. From there it's a drive to the east coast. I'm going to shower and touch myself now. Wish me luck.

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