I would love to find a good concert to go to. I LOVED what Mr. Bitchford calls "Cock Rock." There was no substance, but it was fun as shit. Who doesn't love 'em some nasty, tattooed men? I think I might go put on some leather pants, a bustiere, and a roach clip complete with feather in my hair and dance my Friday night away.
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