My sponsor at Narcotics Anonymous always says, “Tell the truth… no matter how many times you’ve ‘lied’ in the gutter.” Very punny, isn’t it?
Well, now that all the hype and hoopla has died down (and my coworkers have had time to digest the ravings of a self-purported acid casualty), I would like to amend some of the outrageous claims I made in my previous blog entry.
It seems ol’ Douche got a little carried away with the facts. Call it hyperbolic language. Call it a desperate attempt to “wow” the hardcore. Damn it, I’m calling myself out! A good 10% of that stuff I posted was a heap of cat shit.
Specifically, I would like to state for the record that I would never go to a shit den like Supercuts to get my hair frosted. That is a God-forsaken place where straight people go to be made to look like gay people pretending to be straight. Besides, I do my own frosting.
Also, I would never waste my valuable time reading David Lee Roth’s sordid memoir, Crazy From The Heat. Perish the thought. That frightful beast of a man is a dilettante whose primal howls and carrying forths could never hold a proverbial candle to the vocal stylings of his successor, the Red Rocker. That’s right. I prefer the Van Hagar end of the Van Halen saga, and should I ever read any literature involving that institution of rock, it would be Summer Of Sammy: Reflections Of A Sammy Hagar Fan by Vince Ballew.
Finally, I believe I made the spurious claim that Super Deluxe employees were going to put “on the ritz” at the launch party. Bad choice of words, it turns out. While I was using the antiquated phrase in earnest, I have since learned that “putting on the ritz” is actually code used in the 1920s for masturbation circles or something.
But as you can plainly see from these photos, everybody appears to have their pants on at the party. And the after-party.
And that is the truth.
Super Deluxe’s Grand Poobah, John Buzzell, chats with the Notorious B.R.A.D. Neely.
The lovely Alena raising the beauty bar for the rest of us.
St. Rutter and pals engage in fascinating small talk.
Adult Swim’s Drew Dominey sure likes open bars.
When the tongue comes out, it means trouble: Daniel, Zena and Ben at the post-party.
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i think i’m still hungover.
where are all the pictures of important people? you know, like me, for example.
The bearded weirdo with the black frilly cowboy shirt on…..he scares me. Really, he does. Jail-bate. Reprobate. Choose your bate….or bait….. ooo, look pretzels. And dip! …..be right back.
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Heh. And just WHERE were all the A-List people?! ;)
OH MY GAWD! You’re a Sammy Hagar fan?!?!?!?
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