"Someone...someone stole my socks! You monsters! Those were a gift!"
There's no way this could end badly.
No man nor beast can control the hair.
The first crowd surfer of the evening gets the boot. And, apparently, a bit of a leg massage.
"Ack...ack. I think I ate a bug."
"Two sticks, two normal sticks. Now watch while I pull a rabbit from out of my cymbal...."
Pepper plays with only pants. Everyone loves alliteration.
You know he's a rockstar because of the glasses. Dead giveaway.
Tyler gathering important feedback during the concert.
Shirts just slow down the rockin'.
Did I mention that it was raining?
One of the members of Pepper liked to sneak up on his mic at the beginning of every performance.
No matter how hard they screamed, these two women were always picked last for dodgeball.
"Excuse me. Excuse me. I know I'm on your shoulders and everything, and I thank you for that, but would you mind not sweating through your head? It's getting on my shirt and this is dry clean only. Thanks a lot."
