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Originally Posted by flophousefloozie
One group wasn't mentioned.
Annoying, loud teenage girls fashioned in emo clothing and sparkly eyeshadow who met Thurston downtown that day. Amungst one another, their chattery, high-pitch sqeaks run a hundred miles a minute.Their bowel movements also run wild as Thurston dedicates Scizophrenia to "those 4 girls I met today". For audience members within 15 feet of their presence, they create an atmosphere that can only be found 10 years ago at a backstreet boys' show.
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...what?
Whatever. The "fucking assholes who's duty seems to be a cunt, and destroy the fun atmosphere with their cuntliness, and complain about stuff like, "Yr not movin' at all! They aren't gonna come back out if no one's gonna move," when he himself, did not ever move, and then I begin to scream "SON-IC-YOUTH! SON-IC-YOUTH!," and they come back out within five minutes. ...those dudes suck...
(The jerks that only come for the opening band(s), and their opposite, the fucking pricks who don't pay attention, and have no intention of shutting their dumb, intensely-bad-toothed mouths during the openers, even after polite asking, and an eventual "SHUT THE FUCK UP.")