Master Plastered
I forgot how ridiculousy sweet Martini Asti is -- not that I mind too much, but I think it is probably better as a dessert wine than for chugging like a 40oz. In my dehydrated state I still managed to score a ticket to Radiohead show -- although I think it is quite literally the worst seat in the entire house. There has got to be a better way than T1CKETMA$T3r.
Thanks for the phone call dudes! Made my night.
~~~ MSTR. DSSTR OUT
posted by d l wright @ 11:27 AM
4 Comments:
So I guess this wasn't you:
http://www.gawker.com/news/jews/neurotic-jew-with-radiohead-tix-seeks-goddess-172136.php
i still can't figure out links.
aw, jeremy, thanks! But believe me, it will be worth it when your karma is cleaned by k.c.'s sweet siren chants.
Also, Jeremy pissed the bouncer off the second time because he had illegal trail mix. with banana chips. When he was trying to "apologize" I actually had to hold down his arms to stop his wild gesticulations. It was like being in beta, but with less class.
and those dudes on the corner thought he was a fag. i know, right?
Jesus, no wonder jews can't get enough of me: I am not a skeeze.
i also like how madison square garden has a capacity of 20,000, and the auditorium theater has a maximum of 3,500.
maybe i could offer some decently attractive magyar a seat on my lap all for the price of a jumbo dog and hand job.
but what order?????????????????????????????????
also, those are ga tickets so you know that turd is going to make you wait in line at 6am, and no matter how attractive you are he is going to be spending his time trying to catch thom's lazy eye
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