Let me explain.
3 hours and 34 minutes to drive to Shawano.
30 seconds of Numbers Don't Lies set.
That's right. Then I saw Mr. Slate perform a couple of songs but had to hang out with the wife next door. However, there was Karaoke and a drunk 40 year old with poofy bangs all up in my grill. and by grill, I mean shit. and by shit, I mean me.
It was good though. Saw Yoshi and D. Sanchez and his wife to be...speaking of which where was Yoshi's wife..perhaps he could enlighten me. Hopefully he killed something from a tree this weekend. He doesn't do it D. Sanchez style (loin cloth, bare hands and teeth), but it's all good.
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The Colonel was at home. My loin cloth got snaged in a tree branch and I hung upside down for an hour before I befriended a squirrel that helped me down.
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