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I like ''Spine Untapped: One Man's Heroics Stop an Unwanted Guest"

"Hello, my name is Eight Foot Manchild. You raped my usher. Prepare to die."

Arlo Guthrie is backstage by himself, meticulously eating a whole plate of dinner rolls.

HA! He looks like Kenny Rogers nowadays. I wonder what it's like to have to sing the same dated, shitty-ass novelty song every night, FOR 23 MINUTES (with feeling)?


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Pisscubes wrote:A coulpe friends of mine rent a house every summer in P-town on the cape. Right down the street from them is a place that holds a party/dance every day during the summer called "Tea Party". So they took me there.

Now, I don't know if Mo Rocca qualifies these days as a celebrity, but he was there. And apparently on the outs with his long time boyfriend. So, he was drunk. I mean really, really drunk. At one point he had cornered this much younger asian man and kept trying to hug him and kiss his neck and cheeks. The young man was being nice enough about it, but basically going into protective "I'm-just-going-to-stand-with-my-arms-at-my-side-all-rigidily" mode. This went on for what seemed like forever before an almost weeping Rocca skulked away and back to the bar...

sounds like this;

I'm sure there are a lot of John Waterses up there man, how can you be sure...

Geoff sure is spending a lot of time with gays lately...

Ptown rules dude, so much that my God fearing conservative family's been going there since my mom was a kid. As a matter of fact I hope to get my homo on there this summer.

What's p town???

Think of San Fransisco but not gay

It's true. Provincetown is, for the most part, cool flaming gays and not completely gay faggy gays.

cue scorching reprimand about how your statement will lead to the systematic murder and rape of eighty bazillion innocent gaylesbiantransgenders.

this is why that girl will never fuck you.

I can lay it on thick

I've been slacking off.

On the bright side, quality gossip on the way:

6/25 - Barack Obama at Boston Symphony Hall
7/10 - Ted Nugent at The Wilbur Theatre

Presidents have useless hangers-on, just like show biz celebs. They're called 'campaign workers'.

Note the distinct lack of 'work'.



These people are 'professional tweeters'. They tweet, professionally, about the president and his goings-on. As in, the Obama administration pays them to do it. As in money.



Here's secret service. They're talking about the new Wes Anderson movie. You'll just have to take my word for it.

Barack Obama is such a vain shit, he made us take all the seats out of Symphony Hall and replace them with tables.



Actually, we do this like ten times a year, but it's fun to pretend.

ummmmmmmmm ok, looks like the REAL secret service just showed up. No more pics.

these guys don't fuck around. i may be dead come the morrow. tell my wife i love her and tell anthony kiedis i'll be waiting for him in hell with a sock full of batteries.

Eight Foot Manchild wrote:tell my wife i love her and tell anthony kiedis i'll be waiting for him in hell with a sock full of batteries.

Thinking of having this engraved on my tombstone.

Dealing with Obama's fluffers all day. These people are worse than any groupie.

"Where's all that reverb coming from? Can we turn the reverb down on the mic? Mr. Obama doesn't like that much reverb... excuse me, I asked ten minutes ago if we could turn the reverb down... I've got a few notes... number one, there's too much reverb..."

It's an empty fucking concert hall, shit for brains.

"Could you please do something about all this sunlight coming through the windows!"

I heard a very brief blurb on NPR the other day that there was a 'possible security breach' during Obama's visit, the likes of which could not be disclosed at the time.

I know exactly what happened, though.

Apparently, Obama wanted to have a schmooze with some of the local yokels, so he planned on going to the Parish Cafe, which is an upscale sandwich place. The presidential posse got split up, and half the people showed up to the restaurant and had a major flip-out, because the president and the other half of his team weren't there.

A sinister kidnapping plot? No.

There are TWO Parish Cafes. Some people went to one, some to the other. The schmoozing was cancelled in the ensuing confusion.

Needless to say, I got nowhere near the actual president during this gig, but I can safely say the people close to him are half-heads.