It was a f***ing password to post messages on this here thingy. Bitches.
Why don't these sphincters grow a conscious and give ticketholders a coupon for at LEAST 1 bottled water?!?!
Went last year for Tool. My gf and I swore NEVER AGAIN. Bastards HAD to get a band that would pull people in...RAGE. But since I swore I would sell my ovaries to see them if they were ever to reunite, I must go through this fucking inferno once again. Gotta hide j's in crevices again!