...to say that Flogging Molly was quite excellent would be a horrible horrible understatement. They were...amazing...and who knew that Gypsie punk rock could be so damn good? Gogol Bordello...I salut thee...and anyone who gets the irony in the name Gogol Bordello...
At any rate, the concert made me ridiciulously happy...good music, great friends, awesome memories..."If you want to, we could totally go crawl into the neighbor's hot tub at 4 am...just don't drink their beer or use their kitchen sink"...thank you, Mr. Paul, for entertaining conversation between sets and thank you also for the invitation to get RAPED, but I think I'll pass, as I don't think I could live with myself if I dated a guy who had intelligence on par with the average snow crab.
Yay for 8 hours of work on 4 hours of sleep! If you will just please come and chop off my feet, I'll be your slave forever (though, granted, I couldn't really offer that much as a slave..)
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It's your talent for similes that delights me... snow crab... out of all the animals in the world, I think that is the funniest in context... and I can't quite explain why.
Ash... you HAVE to stop pretending that you're willing to whore yourself out... poor Mr. Paul... like so many others... I'm sure you get my reference, but let me help you along: I'm going to give him my keys.
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