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The show was going fantastic. A huge crowd,
great energy, excitement in the air, everybody was having a blast. Suddenly,
what's this? RA's? They can't shut us down now, we've only just begun.
Quick, change the words. "He boinked her!..." A sigh of relief, they weren't
Nazis, they wre just here to watch and see the greatest band ever put on
their best performance yet. How many were there? Joe Eimer, Shawn
Gilmore, Andy Rucker...three at least. "Ohhhhh, come on and kick me! Oh,
you got your problems! Oh, I got my-" Quick, Manis, cover Andy's ears.
"-ass wiped." Good job, Manis. Cream Cheese and Evil Clock fever swept
the room. "Cause I was late. It was an Evil Clock!" Stan received his slap
in the face from Katie for being late. But, the Rusty Zippers know they
will survive. They know they want it that way. They know they're a chick
magnet, if you know what I mean. Especially in Japan. On an island in the
sun, they were playing and having fun. Every night, they would say, "Come
on, Barbie, let's go party." Oh, no, curfew? But we're not finished, the
crowd wasn't finished.
The Rusty Zippers want to thank the RA's that
were present that night. Risking a severe bitching out from Administration,
they allowed the Rusty Zippers and their fans to stay in the basement past
curfew. Guys, you are fantastic. What? Gold stars? For us? Really? Wow,
thanks, Andy. But, we all know who really deserved the gold stars that
night. Thank you.