As always, a few laughs with the boys and I'm feeling like my old self again. In true college spirit everyone showed up late so I had my way with the nut bowl (now that didn't sound right). We sat for an hour and ate the cashews out of the bowls on the table. Ain't no way in hell I'll eat after a bunch of frat kids because lord knows where those dirty little hands have been. 
I was stoked to find this plastic rat that wound up on my pedal bag in Galveston at Mardi gras. Let's see how long he lasts before I lose him. They all seemed to arrive at one time and most of them were feeling no pain. They would walk up to me and scream in my face, "AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Dysfunkshun Junkshun! We love you guys!!!!" As much as I love that I couldn't seem to handle that tonight. Once we played they hit the dance floor and continued partying. Two songs later was followed by a drunken sorority girl on stage gyrating and trying to sing in my microphone. I let her have her fun but decided after hearing her scream another off chorus song in my ear it's time for her to go. It was strange tonight because they all seemed so much more reserved than they were in the past. Almost as if it's cool to wear a bow tie and be a conservative. Some of them actually dressed like Tucker Carlson. Ya know, that ass-hat conservative dude? What dicks! Some of the young republicans must have borrowed Daddy's Texas Flag vest ... I guess we're getting old because we were getting really irritated tonight with every antic they pulled. The band was much too sobre to even laugh. It's one of those Circle-Of-Life kinda things ... I'm sure I was drunk and out of control when I was a college freshman. Hell, I'm drunk and out of control while I'm writing this.And the official count of how many girls fell over the monitors and onto the stage: 8
Magz
Dyfunkshun Junkshun
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