It's Tennessee week, and I'm nervous. Not because I fear the Vols. It's just hard to get used to the "process". The process requires patience, among other things, and I'm just not a patient person. Friday night, we (Jake Brake w/ Sweet Dog on drums) will be rocking Egan's Bar in Tuscaloosa. This is not a show to miss, considering that when we played the same Tennessee Eve show two years ago, I apparently drunkenly taunted a Tennessee fan who resembled Phil Fulmer by proclaiming, "HEY FAT PHIL - GO EAT A DOZEN CUM-GLAZED KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUTS YOU FAT FUCK!" (or something to that effect). TT + Alcohol + Microphone = Countless hours of listening pleasure!
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