Son of a Beach

So, my long time friend Dan, maybe you know him... Dmoe FUNK, asked me to come out to the beach and test his new subwoofers (there were 2). Some guy named it BASS AT THE BEACH, and I believe that guy may have also been Dan. Coincidentally, this coincided with some kind of trash festival that sells clawfoot bathtubs for a $100. Also, i bought a kick-ass shirt, I believe dan may have purchased a hoodie which barely covers his 2 foot afro. Should i exaggerate about dans Impressive head ornamentation more commonly referred to as a massive cloud of fro?

ok I will, just for the sake of show biz.... Dan and his 5foot +2 mega afro of the red wizard...

Ok fine, so I ran out of ideas when I typed red wizard so lets just continue.

The festival was cool... they served chowder & beer served in old canning jars, and had a bunch of hot women walk the plank while wearing anime clothing made of trash. A surreal experience and ultimately a very good time. Oh, did i mention this festival was at the local garbage repository?

On a side note, you should ask me later about the hardware store that sells cajun vegan hotdogs & beer.

This might be a good time to mention my short attention span.

After we left this "Trashion Show", the real fun began. BASS AT THE BEACH was the event... which if we all send love letters to the senior executive chief editor of this blog we might get a picture posted of above this ramble of mine. Now i know you might think im now speaking of a fishing contest, but i can assure you the amount of noise involved at said event would like have scared fish away for a good 20 miles. From what i understand NO FISH = Bad fishing, so its rather unlikely it was a fishing event at any rate. DJ DMOE FUNK, DJ 4-PLAY and myself tore it up hard this night. Which is the real point of this ramble.

Here is my set.
It bangs at your front door and then punches you in the face when you open to say hello.