Holy crap! That was the same place (The Rocking Horse Dude Ranch) where I went on my junior year HS class trip...and I slept with my first chick there!!!!
(1980). There was a Catholic school there...Our Lady of Something...and one of the girls was obviously feeling the spirit!!!
Our Lady of Lourdes. My youngest brother played football there.
I haven't been to Bridgeport nor the skellier parts of the Pough (though I did see Third Eye Blind at the offending venue), but I swear some of the nicer neighborhoods of Baltimore likely resemble Beirut post-80s.
You top it off by emptying the pool during our last set then yelling "Last one in's a Southside"...then the Fetid crackling of ankles as hellish shrieks fill the air.
I most certainly wouldn't be sharing a pool with the likes of you simpletons. For starters, everyone knows Stokes pees in the pool... and he's not the only one. I'd also like to avoid any toe fungi, lube remnants, gout juice, leprosy, etc that will most certainly be floating amongst the humperites.
No thanks. If you're looking for me I'll be zoning out with WCO and Borgo to some sweet sassy jazz matazz! BeBop BaDooDoo Pop!