GWAR!

location: @ The National in Richond, VA
time: 9:00PM New Years Eve until midnight.

The world ended at midnight when the year 2009 began. Oderus Urungus, and his fellow intergalactic space warriors( GWAR )held a wrestling competition of epic proportions. This end of the world bruhaha was hosted by none other than Sleazy P. Martini.

This is what Sleazy P. has to say about the show..

" Greeting losers, it is I, the world's shrewdest man, Sleazy P. Martini, manager of GWAR, announcing an entertainment merger between GWAR, Mid-Galactic Wrestling and the 2008 Presidential Election, in a craptacular mashup of a tour we have named "Electile Dysfunction '08." Due to popular demand, or cheap club owners that need to be "Martinied", after stiffing me last tour, I have personally come out of my semi-retirement of managing the entire porn industry to make sure that this will be the fairest and squarest test of American Presidential metal we can rig my way. Diebold can't stop the double dollop of degradation and destruction that Clinton and Obama will receive nightly at the hands of Oderus and Bone Snapper, or the torture that will see McCain mc-skinned as the candidates will be forced to prove their Presidential chops in the only arena that matters- the wrestling arena. Yes, all three candidates are on a fight card that also features a Bozo Destructo and Sawborg Destructo, as the Desructo-Destucto Express, in a championship tag team match vs. GWAR that will determine Earth's future, for a couple of hours nightly. Yes, the American Presidency and the Mid-Galactic Wrestling belts are on the line, at your local Puko-Plex Organized Death Arena, and you dumb fucks will miss it-- unless you steal your mom's credit card and get tickets now!"

This was a place where to start of thier performance GWAR's lead singer Oderus Urungus ripped a baby in half and placed the two halves on his bladed shoulder plates.

A place where Reagan was reborn as a giant mechanical behemoth that was controlled by the evil corpse of Nancy Reagan. And a place where ultimately from the bloodbath we at the show became one the few to grace the top of the heap of the bodies from the destruction of the human race. I wish I could be here to tell you how awesome of a show it was, about how well GWAR handled their musical axes and hammers, (like Balsac, who is a guitar god)

and about how I was drenched in blood and slaughtered. But I can't because GWAR decided "FUCK NEW YEARS!" and instead proceeded to end the world!

Oh. By the way before the show me and some companions went thrifting and found some good loot.

I found on vinyl... England Dan & John Ford Coley : Dr. Heckle And Mr. Jive



and who doesnt find the cover reminiscent of the art from Street Horrsing by Fuck Buttons



yay wierd colorful graphic things.

Then after beeing killed and the world ending, we came to realize the problem of car batteries dying as well. We failed at jumping the dead cell. I used my fucking blackberry and found tips from "dave from canada" on how to jump a car better than we knew how to.

Thank you "dave from canada" your tips worked and we made our way back to cville.

Oh, the fuck'n new years!


Hugs & Kisses!