Alright, so the P-boro shows were pretty hott, yo.

Bass flip, thrashing, jumping offa stuff, it was a good time.

Of course, Dicky let me in on the fact that it's rather easy to strip your strap pins flipping a bass.

'Specially one as fat as mine. Seriously.

After playing with BAMbam, I have apparently been inducted into their band. They like my style, foo's.

Oh, and if anyone could be so kind as to let us sleep in their garage and find us a place to play in random other states, that'd be RAD. I already have some kindly volunteers, but we can always use more tour spots for our "SUMMER TOOTHOWZANDPHAEV WORLD TOUR, YO."

In other news, I think it's hilarious that people can blog things like "OMG" and "hott" and somehow keep a straight face.

Not to mention, no idea where this entry title came from. It must be, like, artsy and creative or some crazy crap like that.

I dunno, but I'ma go get cheesed off at how ridiculous Son of the Mask is.