• Fuck. My radio station was going to have a contest for backstage passes to the Korn concert. There was going to be several contests for shit like CDs, party favors, and a signed guitar. But the thing is, it's either raffle tickets or a Korn eating contest: Whoever can finish off a stack of corn on the cob the fastest gets $101 and backstage passes. The twist: the corn will be sprinkled with cayenne pepper. And cayenne pepper is EXTREMELY FUCKING HOT. Damnit... Why can't they just have one of those things where you call in and answer a question? ASK ME ANYTHING ABOUT KORN!!! I PROBABLY KNOW MORE ABOUT THEM THEN ANY OTHER PERSON IN MY WHOLE TOWN!!! Shit. I'll never get to fucking meet Korn in my entire life, probably. I wrote something for them... Well, actually for Jonathan. A Thank You note, with a picture. He has thanked his fans for as long as Korn has existed, so... I'm thanking him back. As he has said, "I could have never lived if it wasn't... for you." So I want to thank him... He's had a fucked up enough life. Poor man. I couldn't go through half the shit he's been through, then to grow up and have a life like this... If I ever meet him, I'll give him a hug and thank him for getting through the bull shit. That's all for now. Three days until concert... the wee hours of August 5th right now, 1:28 AM, to be exact. Their having a service for the man killed at the Korn concert. I still fucking hate the murderers. .()_() (='.'=) (")_(") OBEY THE BUNNY!!!

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