weird ass little house on the prarie,hair inna bun,OGRE.
You grabbed my neck at the KingTuff show,I turnd around thinkn i’ld be a buddy or somthin but no,just yer fat fukn face screamin at me to stop,or calm down,or some shit.I was jumpn around havn fun,not bumpin into anybody at all.Then weird load with a pony tail boyfreind starts “defending” you and yer sorry ass girl friends by pushing anybody dancng near you.What the fuk dude.so many shows people are just standin around like over medicated retards,you go to a show with the Memories,JAIL,and fuggn KingTuff put yer party pants on!

3 replies on “Crowd Control”

  1. I have rarely seen such a perfectly rendered text transcript of what it sounds like when you’re talking while drunk.

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