TUESDAY AUGUST 19TH 1997

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Jason: This one right here, this is the one.

2:17AM-Naw. Guess not.

We were hailed by a mohawked fan on our way to get meat and 3 vegetables, including mulch. Saw a wanted poster for some guy who killed a chick. The composite drawing may or may not depict Ramone. My voice has inexplicably gone almost completely out, a fact of which my travelling companions are no doubt grateful.

We arrive at the club, Lumpy doesn't see any banners or red carpet and announces to us that the show is obviously not happening. Alarmist.

Pops: 28 bottles of beer-all gone! That's over 1gal(128 oz) of pure libation. Just a side note- God you were trashed Saturday, said Tom to the wall (laughing wall).

GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!

Apparently the "in" fashion is bra-less!!!! Nipples Gallor. Made ten dollars that is.

Five Driver-good

Garden of Sirens-ick.

Tom: We rocked shit for ten or so folk. Tomorrow night's the one, man. Naw, fuck it. It'll be Friday!

3:20AM-Jason arises. To Tom: "Shit howdy". Then stumbles back to sleep.

Pops: Once again Jason wakes up just in time to smoke. Upon doing this he intends to trollop back to slumber land/hell.

Where are the people that live here?

I am your saviour Jesus Christ and I command you to SLOB MY KNOB.

Hardwood and nothing to soften it. God damn. One last thought 3:50AM. There were gaggles of women, gaggles! We're back.

A Dutch scientist discovers a missing link between Pizzle and homo sapiens. It was rooting about in the dumpster behind White Castle.

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