Thursday, August 21, 2008

Hey Now - You're A Has-Been!



Tomorrow night, Bud Light Presents Smashmouth at the Cubby Bear. Face-o-rama.

Who wants to go down there with me? We can scream, "Play that one from Shrek, you fat fuck!" over and over again until we get kicked out, and then while security is dragging us away we can set off a dirty bomb!

Note to Homeland Security blog scanners: just kidding.

10 comments:

quickdraw said...

Finally! It's about time those ass-clowns dried up.

the developher said...

why on earth would they do that show?! My god, the cubbies, keg beer and smashmouth in wrigleyville??!!! holy shit this is going to be a great weekend for some serious shitheads.

(sorry, I'm just a bit tired and cranky today)

ekm said...

Aside: the ass-clown that owns the Cubby Bear has a daughter diving in the Olympics.

Crescent said...

um I saw Rusted Root at the Cubby Bear a few months ago. I was forced. It ended up not being THAT bad but I did get two beers dumped on me in a matter of 5 minutes.

Tony B. said...

Is she 15 and on the chinese team? Cause then she's a lock!

Alvy said...

As an unequalled Olympic junkie, I can tell you that the heir to the Cubby Bear fortune shit the bed and left in tears, which considering the karmic debt owed by her father's joint is only appropriate.

Crescent, your taste in music is refined and sophisticated. You must have REALLY liked whoever made you go see Rusted Root. When you got home, did your hair smell like patchouli and hippie sweat?

The Hitmaker said...

Christina Loukas: http://diving.teamusa.org/athlete/athlete/495

Alvy said...

Keeping JheriCurl alive!

Simo said...

Two Things:

1. Doris played their first show at the Cubby bear AND it was a theatre benefit. Hows that for the two losers HOF?

2. Leonard Cohen played the Cubby Bear his last time in town on The Future Tour (I'm not kidding)

Crescent said...

Dear Alvy,

The saving grace of the night was that the couple that invited us (read:peer pressured us to go) started the night with about 5 bottles of expensive wine and an amazing dinner at their home.

But it was a little painful, yes. I did enough shots at the show that I ended up bringing one to the bass player because he was the ONLY guy onstage giving me anything. The frontman is a douchebag.

Signed,
The Smell of Patcholi Makes Me Barf.