What a laugh. I mean, the show was good, but goddammit, everyone there had the same mullet-scene haircut and heavy eyeliner. I thought I was going to puke, and it wasn't from the shrooms. I guess I should have remembered to wear my tight pants and oversized sunglasses, because apparently I can't be associated with unless I'm exactly the same as the other non-conformists.
Why, oh, why?