Listening to: Van Morrison, Tupelo Honey
Well, bring it to a Genuine Bash only if its squirting 3-ways through a pierced nipple; otherwise bring a bottle of Crown Royal or raspberry vodka with orange juice and triple sec or vanilla extract and paint thinner. Body paint and party hats, whatever it takes until Genuine Jim passes out and the rest of us collect URLs of new finds (and friends) like co-music fiend Ben Padilla, Lalaland, Suzy, Tink, Daxohol, Jayde, and Raeven (among so many others, forgive me if I've drunkenly forgotten you) or turn our inhibitions out for those we already love here in this strange corner of the blogosphere.
Picture a lot of "I LOVE YOU MAAAAAAAAN"s and me getting naked on my webcam. Well, don't picture the latter unless you've forgotten what you had for lunch and you wnat to see it again. And for those of you who fled screaming and blinded, you asked for it.