On reaching my gig tonight I've discovered....

[Mark Wein]

The venue has built me an anti-whore wall.

 

[Mark Wein]

And Joey needs a sparkly bass now...

 

[dmn23]

Well, that's almost disappointing. Unfettered whore access, that's my motto.

 

[Ignored Member]

Well, that's almost disappointing. Unfettered whore access, that's my motto.

Damn straight. Nothing but organic, free-range whores.

 

[Ignored Member]

The venue has built me an anti-whore wall.

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Yo dawg. We heard you like boosts so we ran a boost into your boost....

 

[Mark Wein]

Yo dawg. We heard you like boosts so we ran a boost into your boost....

I've boosted my boosty boosts with a booster.

 

[Mark Wein]

Damn straight. Nothing but organic, free-range whores.

The whores in Newport Beach are most definitely not organic. Pneumatic perhaps...

 

[Mark Wein]

 

[BoomBoomBigelow]

That's one sexy tip jar!
"He works hard for the money" doot doot, doot doot.
The sparkles are lovely!

 

[Peeker]

is that a dude from that Jersey Shore show?

 

[Lerxst]

I don't like the way that creepy dude in the baseball T is looking at me.....o_O

 

[Peeker]

4th pic, dude is grabbin' a boobie.

 

[jbj]

I didn't know Billy Joel played guitar

I might be wrong but doesn't that just encourage the whores to drape themselves (and more importantly, their drinks) over that and right on top of your pedalboard?

Oh yeah and there's a dude in th 4th picture that looks remarkable like one of my buddies.

 

[Mark Wein]

lol.

My favorite parts at the end of the night were the crowd surfing that started towards the end of the night and the bouncers finding hidden piles of vomit throughout the restaurant while they were putting the place back together for the next day.

 

[tgk03]

 

[Jeremy]

Man, I love that guitar!

 

[Kerouac]

 

[Stratguy]

So Mark, were you complaining nightly about the whore apocalypse?

 

[Mark Wein]

It used to be running battles with the whore hoards that would roam freely braying that it was their birthday and you would play their favorite song, putting their purse and drink on your pedalboard, making out with strange guys they just met and being carried home by their friends after vomiting on the dance floor. This is a relic from those times. She was mad because I threw her purse and coat into the crowd after she put them on my pedalboard for the third time. I kicked her drink off the stage, too

 

[Peeker]

Cunt Sue?

yeppers