Well...
Last night was a fucken wacky experience.
We went to the Motorhead/Valiant Thorr/"Misfits" (to use the term loosely, hence the quotations. Fucking AWFUL) show at House of Blues.
We had a large bit of us and were thankfully given wristbands so we could go to the upper VIP lounge, and be away from all the fucking retards below (God, and I mean.. fucking idiots)...
I decided the deal of budweiser and free jager shots were a fucken steal, and proceeded to get not only me but my old man completely annihilated. Considering I dont drink Jager, I got hit rather hard.
We go downstairs and join the shithead brigade on the dancefloor for Valiant Thorr and were rocked til our ears almost bled. Such a great band. They also sent out a Rest in Peace to Jerry Reed who passed away on the 31st, which I thought was extremely cool since I love him...
Go back upstairs after, and continue to drink ourselves into space.
"Misfits" "perform" (If you could call it that), and we tried not to vomit.
Finally, Motorhead.
We go back downstairs (even though I ran into the singer of Valiant and he said he was going to come upstairs and hang out for the show, stupidly, we went downstairs and missed him. Stupid mistake, especially considering what actually did happen.)
Show is amazing... But i'm realizing im ridiculously drunk, and starting to sway back and forth...So I tell Patrick Im going back upstairs and he keeps saying "no!! no!! just one more song and i'll come with you, dont leave" so I wait...midway through the song....*BAM*
RedBull and Vodka gets thrown into my face, and im standing there blind. I start freaking out because I can't fucking see, and I'm so drunk its not computing as quickly as it should.. So Patrick grabs me ever so gently, and walks me back to the stairs...and out of danger..
Well somewhere between steps 1 and 3, my vision starts to come back around, I let go of Patricks hand and charge angrily into the crowd where we just were, and since I had no possible idea as to who through the drink, I began beating the shit out of everyone around me. Now, I don't remember anything but the first punch thrown initially, but I remember grabbing the biggest guy, wearing a red shirt, swinging him around and hauling off on him. Screaming "who fucking threw it" randomly inbetween swings... Patrick says in the time it took him to find me, I had hit roughly 5 guys in the face and was aiming at another one as some guy reached for my shoulder, I guess to swing on me, and Patrick hauled off on him... because it happened so quickly, he jammed his thumb..
He drags me off again, and we watch the rest of the show from the stairs. Im covered in redbull vodka, and still fucking furious. Needless to say patrick wasn't too pleased with me either.
I'm an idiot. I should know better than to take on huge groups of guys anymore, and honestly I should know better than to swing on people anymore anyway. I need my hands for work.
Anyway, I feel awful that I hit some innocent people... but genuinely a little more at ease. Guess I needed to get some tension off my chest. HAHAHAHA
Anyway, Im embarrassed, and feel silly... And now I rebroke my already several times over knuckle.. I need to learn how to hit properly, or just stop hitting people all together.
Stupid idiot.
And as im sure most of you know, My multi wth Amina launched on the 3r, so make sure you check that out!!!
Go here to see our steamy set...
*********Also, I've noticed alot of people tagging things like "fake boobs" on my sets. Let me assure you, I have not altered any part of my body. And I certainly don't need bigger boobs. I only take the fact that you think theyre fake as a compliment.
hahahahahah
Theyre just THAT nice.
Sometimes you get ass, sometimes you get titties... and sometimes you get ass AND titties...ass and titties....ass ass titties titties ass and titties.
Last night was a fucken wacky experience.
We went to the Motorhead/Valiant Thorr/"Misfits" (to use the term loosely, hence the quotations. Fucking AWFUL) show at House of Blues.
We had a large bit of us and were thankfully given wristbands so we could go to the upper VIP lounge, and be away from all the fucking retards below (God, and I mean.. fucking idiots)...
I decided the deal of budweiser and free jager shots were a fucken steal, and proceeded to get not only me but my old man completely annihilated. Considering I dont drink Jager, I got hit rather hard.
We go downstairs and join the shithead brigade on the dancefloor for Valiant Thorr and were rocked til our ears almost bled. Such a great band. They also sent out a Rest in Peace to Jerry Reed who passed away on the 31st, which I thought was extremely cool since I love him...
Go back upstairs after, and continue to drink ourselves into space.
"Misfits" "perform" (If you could call it that), and we tried not to vomit.
Finally, Motorhead.
We go back downstairs (even though I ran into the singer of Valiant and he said he was going to come upstairs and hang out for the show, stupidly, we went downstairs and missed him. Stupid mistake, especially considering what actually did happen.)
Show is amazing... But i'm realizing im ridiculously drunk, and starting to sway back and forth...So I tell Patrick Im going back upstairs and he keeps saying "no!! no!! just one more song and i'll come with you, dont leave" so I wait...midway through the song....*BAM*
RedBull and Vodka gets thrown into my face, and im standing there blind. I start freaking out because I can't fucking see, and I'm so drunk its not computing as quickly as it should.. So Patrick grabs me ever so gently, and walks me back to the stairs...and out of danger..
Well somewhere between steps 1 and 3, my vision starts to come back around, I let go of Patricks hand and charge angrily into the crowd where we just were, and since I had no possible idea as to who through the drink, I began beating the shit out of everyone around me. Now, I don't remember anything but the first punch thrown initially, but I remember grabbing the biggest guy, wearing a red shirt, swinging him around and hauling off on him. Screaming "who fucking threw it" randomly inbetween swings... Patrick says in the time it took him to find me, I had hit roughly 5 guys in the face and was aiming at another one as some guy reached for my shoulder, I guess to swing on me, and Patrick hauled off on him... because it happened so quickly, he jammed his thumb..
He drags me off again, and we watch the rest of the show from the stairs. Im covered in redbull vodka, and still fucking furious. Needless to say patrick wasn't too pleased with me either.I'm an idiot. I should know better than to take on huge groups of guys anymore, and honestly I should know better than to swing on people anymore anyway. I need my hands for work.
Anyway, I feel awful that I hit some innocent people... but genuinely a little more at ease. Guess I needed to get some tension off my chest. HAHAHAHA
Anyway, Im embarrassed, and feel silly... And now I rebroke my already several times over knuckle.. I need to learn how to hit properly, or just stop hitting people all together.
Stupid idiot.
And as im sure most of you know, My multi wth Amina launched on the 3r, so make sure you check that out!!!
Go here to see our steamy set...
*********Also, I've noticed alot of people tagging things like "fake boobs" on my sets. Let me assure you, I have not altered any part of my body. And I certainly don't need bigger boobs. I only take the fact that you think theyre fake as a compliment.
hahahahahah
Theyre just THAT nice.
Sometimes you get ass, sometimes you get titties... and sometimes you get ass AND titties...ass and titties....ass ass titties titties ass and titties.
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The Misfits have dropped off the ongoing Volcom 2008 Tour. The tour is being headlined by legendary British heavy metal act Motrhead and features bands like Valient Thorr and Year Long Disaster. The Misfits posted:
For the sake of our loyalty and dedication to all our fiends, the Misfits have chosen to withdraw from the lineup of Volcom's 2008 tour. The Misfits have always held an incredibly high standard of performance and quality in everything we do. Our fans expect this and deserve it. I will not compromise their expectations for any amount of money, prestige or fame. I apologize for the inconvenience and will reschedule performances wherever possible throughout our upcoming tour this Oct.
The shows were to be the first time that Motrhead and the Misfits had played together in the United States. The Misfits these days are a three piece consisting of bassist Jerry Only backed by former Black Flag members Dez Cadena and Robo.