"You goggle, 'cause they boggle. Phreak Shoe delivers, where
as most pizza faced boy bands just get stuck in traffic. I witnessed
an event at their last show that I just have to relate. Hunan, the lead
guitarist, took a balloon from his pocket, the kind you make animals
from. He blew it up seductively and then proceeded to cover it in peanut
butter using an old spatula. Then his mom (I am assuming it was his
mom, she was an older woman), came up on stage with an Easy Bake oven
and proceeded to intimate to the audience that she was going to bake
the peanut butter balloon. No one wanted her to do this, and the balloon
wouldn't fit in the oven, but she kept trying to stuff the damn thing
in there. At this point I was quite PHREAKED, but then things took a
turn for the PHREAKIER when the ghost of Marilyn Monroe appeared and
started handing out King James' bibles to everyone on the forward edge
of the crowd. They were foaming at the mouth in pastel colors by now,
and writhing (you know, like snakes...) It took years of therapy and
several bottles of gin before I forgot the rest of that story."
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