The Wallows were playing the Rust Belt in East Moline a few years back and that date got canceled… and now they’re only playing big cities.. I’m proud, but damn. Like, good for y’all, but help.
These kids just ran up and ding dong ditched me… but I don’t have a doorbell, so they banged hella hard against my door… they fucking lucky I’m not dressed to walk out my front door and cuss them the fuck out.
The satisfaction I just got from telling Mr. Griffin what to do and being the authority figure over him after him being such a mean sub is really gna be the highlight of my week.