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After YOU. a band called Tempers played and we made sure to get right up in front, and creepy mom dance the shit out of their entire set. I suspect that all the cool kids behind us in their matching black leather jackets and DJ bags filled with lesbian dance party fliers wanted to spit on the backs of our necks, but none of them did. Sometimes I'd rather dance and enjoy myself than just stand there. You can just stand there at any old time. I'm standing somewhere right now. No I'm not, I'm sitting. Seriously though DJ Smoke Machine, move your ass. We're all gonna be dead soon.


