Hey, goth guy! Isn't it a little cold for just a corset?

So we're in Columbus, or nearbyish. We've finally gotten on the tour, although we missed our Wilkes-Barre date due to me passing out the van after one Alize.

New van. Drives nice. Sleeps beautifully.

Brad and I have gas cans that we drink out of. Mine is named Tha Crunk Tank. His is Something-or-Other. We are gay together.

The show last night was aiight. Hecklers didn't like being counter-heckled, especially when they're easy to make fun of; i.e., clad in velvet corsets and jack boots. I would've licked them, given the chance. So yeah.

The feel-good song of next year will no doubt be "Dog Nut Butter." Ask us why.