Thats a good thing too cause i went to the show with my boy Jimbo who swings the fuel out of his moms basement so i thought all would be chill. The effen noob just stashed the blow in his front pockets and security finds it like no probelm and he is sent packing (rumor has it he cried to the cops). So now i am solo at this show and i am sober. Thats right brahs, never thought i would see the day i would be dead sober at the start of a biscuit show but there i was. I mean i puffed a few bowls in the car in the lot and did a couple lines and blew an adderall and ate half an oxy but I was totally sober so I effen hit the bar and sat there...the Biscuits came on and I still sat there, in fact, i sat by the bar facing the stage the entire first set. I drank about 8 Coors lights and watched probably like the worst first set EVAH!! i mean it was like Jam > Liquid Handcuffs > Reactor > Svenghali > Cyclone > Reactor or something and then like some new instrumental tune or something. The heat was not brought, there was like not even like a second i was feeling it. The set was mad short and when it was over i hit the bathroom to take a
****.
So after pissing, running into my boy who had some Molly, then hitting the stalls, then pissing again then running into my girl with zanibars then hitting the stalls then running into Spun Bob with some L and then hitting the stalls again and then seeing some random dude poofing pressies and buying a few and hitting the stalls and then poofing and then running into Crystal with the yip and then ripping gaggerinos on the toliet paper dispenser and then hitting the stalls cause of the yak-
**** and then pooping the pressies i just poofed and then picking the pressies out of my own poop and the re-poofing, i was ready to go up front and rage 2nd set. I hit the floor and as soon as I got in the center of the floor the lights went low and it was time for the heat. I lit up a butt and the boys kicked it off with a SHICK Floodlights fake out > TRUIMPH! SHO SHICK! i was laying down the most righteous trancedance that could summon the gods and show them that i am not scared of their all powerful ways for I could cast divine intervention with a level 3 shout and manner and breakdance fight my way to victory but the floor was so crowded i was getting tossed around by the youngest bunch of custy raver high schoolers this side of Scranton. I was lighting it up hard and then they bust into INVERTED LADIES! this whole sequence was the fiyah! the crowd was hanging on to barbers every note like he offered his nutsac to be licked. Thats when i realized i had to pee and i was trapped in the middle of this shuper packed epic dancefloor. Then it hit me, yes the \'cid ANNNND the idea of the century! it took me a second but once i closed my eyes i could just do it. I wet my self. I peed all over my pants and more some. Once the whiff of my man-urine got loose I had so much dancing room it was awesome! I was bouncing all around feeling the music and not giving a
****. The biscuits bust into Hot Air Balloon which was really tioght and then i got my Omane Wa which was real awesome and like jammed out and stuff. Then we got a Memphis to end the set which sounded alittle reworked to be honest but that coulda just been the L or the molly...the boys leave the stage and maybe the smell of my
**** or the weather outside prompted this but we got a WET encore! EPIC! Barber shredded so hard on this tune it was crazy. I kickin up puddles and splashing around to this gem! Then to end the night we got a techno treat of Safety Dance. Say what you will haters but this is Barbers best tune since Kitchen Mitts. FLAME AWAY NANCIES!
