More Clem; that's Miss Precious, the band's legal adviser, being obscured by the microphone stand. I hear her briefs are sensational.
That, ladies and gentlemen, is a white cowbell!
Bubba takes a turn at the microphone for some deep philosophizery ...
... while the Sarge takes over on bass.
The sparks fly!
More legal consultation!
Miss Precious provides some medical assistance to Cuz'n.
Some hot guitar playing by Hollis!
When I got to the show, someone had taped plastic flaps to all the monitors. You just knew things were going to get sticky at some point! They were flipped over the monitors while Barrymore's security warned people to stand back lest they suffer an injury - don't look, Linus!
Well, that's one gourd that won't threaten another living thing!
As always, there was some audience interaction for y'all.
You have a friend in Jessup!
And here's the whole gang.
I know I promised more naked babes last time - alas, it's not to be as this time there was only the occasional boob-flash. In fact, there was deplorable lack of nudity with audience complaints about the lack of cock-sliding. But less shenanigans, more rock'n'roll is never a bad thing in my book.
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