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June 1st, 2005, 01:59 PM
I had a great time at the show until I tried to grab a setlist at the end, and you, sad, fat security guard, decided to punish me for getting a boost from a friend; for reaching a foot farther than my short self would normally allow. I understand that you were looking for a beatdown, Snoop-Dogg style, and that you hoped to find it at a fucking Sleater-Kinney show, but your angry, slobbering response just stunk of bullshit misogyny and power-hunger. It wasn't a fucking metal show; you didn't need to throw your weight around, especially after the band was already off stage and my lift-for-the-setlist didn't impact anyone in any way. Your kind make my normally hippie self long for head exploding power; that'd be something to scream about, you fat fuck.
May you choke on your many cheeseburgers while being smothered by trucker-hat-wearin' hipsters from the 'burbs.
May you choke on your many cheeseburgers while being smothered by trucker-hat-wearin' hipsters from the 'burbs.