That's what our shows have turned into.
Sheer debauchery.
I'm not really sure what happened with our Lyte show, there were like 30 people there and I fell off a couch I jumped onto and ate it and this one girl sat her friend on crutches on the stairs and gave her a lapdance during Centerfold and apparently the bartenders we're being flashed titties and I don't remember much, but it was reminiscent of the Club Silver show we did where we we're like sitting down next to people singing to them, except with more Guiness. After the show we got it lightweight crackin in Crown Room and then we ended up at the Casino and I had Chi-Duly take me home before I gambled away the rest of the mastering money and apparently Amen Ra won 500 at Blackjack. At some point around 4am Carnegie and I we're ready to put it all on black and I'm just happy I woke up at home...
This is what happens when I don't go out for a whole week, when we do go out it's like a bad reality television show minus the cameras and without anybody really being pretty.
Our friends are crashing the FBR open with hip flasks and gold outfits, I think I'm gonna go to Mexico instead...
