My work shirt smells. I think I'll need to get that one checked out. I think I'm one of the few people in the world who can say they have a phobia of being struck by lightning whilst carrying a pair of metal cymbals. That's right folks....cymbals. Next week, I take over the band completely. Heh, little kiddies....they don't know what's coming for them. Harry and I are still in the mood for some colorage of the hair. Yeah, it'll be pretty sweet. We're thinkin... first week of September. Give is some time to die down before our first competition. Speaking of which, I should probably get some music from Kellett so I can start conducting and memorizing. I saw the greatest thing in the world. A bird totally beating up a squirrel. More details on that story later. "That's one more for exotic bird bingo. I am lovin' this!" ~Krunk Emperor's New Groove