It has come to my attention that there are those that do not share the corporations excitement over CHINESE DEMOCRACY.

Shut.

You must obey the dance commander
Givin’ out the order for fun
You must obey the dance commander
You know that he’s the only one
Who gives the orders here,
Alright?

Up.

I know you think I’m just another sucker perpetrator
Livin’ in the two-one-three.
And I don’t care what you say about any of that, no
It don’t matter to me.

Yous.

(Special thanks to ELECTRIC SIX for not necessarily consenting to providing some assorted lyrics.  Let’s see how the ‘DAVER’ likes that SOUP).

I went to the store to get more
Fire… to start the war
Everybody in this club is whack
I feel like I’m headed straight for a heart attack…

In a totally unrelated but relate able note I received an email today from an unnamed Canadian source with all to much time on their (rather in their) hands (I suspect).

VULVA.

Do not open this link at work, unless you are a prostitute, exotic dancer, sex worker or are otherwise the type of creepy old man that may purchase odor in a bottle.  Of course the link came to me as SMELLMEAND.com, it appeared harmless, and I did open it in mixed company…interesting.

What’s the point?

Well, fat peoples won the right to overflow into FREE seats this week (thanks be to Dan for sending me this before I boarded my flight) I thought equality could be the topic of the day.

That’s when I noticed that VENUS (a legitimate company and NOT to be confused with VULVA, who is also possibly a legitimate company, just of a different…feather) offers the Man Bar…it crossed my mind to demand a Woman Bar, but that is simply too obvious.

Patience, it’s coming together here.

The wheels of equality churned deeply inside my brain.  Then I had the solution.
Since the DAVER seems to like those old punks so much and is obviously associated with VENUS…I though maybe they would be interested in cooking up for a commemorative REPLACEMENTS Bar.

They could partner with those VULVA peoples.
They could call it the Wussy Pussy Stupid Head Pop Band Bar.

That’s right, Axl could kick the whimperiness outta Paul Westerberg even with twelve years of broken promises behind his back.

Misfit Psycles brings you the first annual battle of the bands.

Here I am
And you’re a Rocket Queen

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