A BREAK, THEY SAY.
I'll give you a break, bi-atch.
We have less than a few minutes until hell once again opens its wide and ghastly mouth to swallow us into the abyss of American Dance Machine.
I broke into the stash of Backel Candy Bars.
(Or granola bars. Either way.)
I must depart, as I'm running the light board and/or poking my eyeballs out one by one.
Fun!
No, I mean, that's funny!
Saturday, May 22, 2004
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