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Kurt serenading a whore's son.

Mark.

Eagle.

Pole Dancer who we tipped $200 (Just to clarify the dancer pictured isn't Polish. Our drummer is.)

Singing it like it is.

That's the wall cracking through to the fourth dimension in the background.

Red. Red. Red. With...

Messy Wandacho spots his opportunity....

Band space

This pig was known to be an American. As is typical with the terrorists, he was beheaded, skinned, then tortured.

To further humiliate us, they posed his corpse in front of our most beloved export.

Beer and Swine. Everything we stand for, they stand against!

Never again!

What did that eagle do to Nick?

Something's burning....

Kurt's studio maid taking a break from cleaning.

We're battling. We're making an effort to battle.

With all the subliminal messaging the only thing the crowd connected to was the Bud Light, oh, and the last band who actually won. Thanks anyway, Pump. (That last sentence was meant to be read sincerely, and not as indignation--please re-read.)