"That kiss hit me in the nostril. It was kinda gross."
"Guys, how do you reset a drum machine? Is it Ctrl-Alt-Del?"
"Haha. Tech failure."
"I'm just gonna press some buttons. Bare with me."
"I like bears. Especially Yogi the Bear."
"Maybe I can sing a song about how my band keeps twisting my words. I like to call it 'The Verbal Knife You Twist'."
The entire band contemplates that name for a song. Result? Not bad.
The mohawk judges me.
"I'm not crowd surfing! I just have really long legs."
The crowd gets excited. I hear that's a nice feeling.
"Yes, it's true. Someone stole your pants."
The before picture. The after picture is too mangled to show on a family friendly site.
The monster dancers take up residence on a stage near the middle of the field.
They would like me to remind viewers that they are dancers first, monsters second. They aren't just some monsters pulled off the street to shake around.