KISS Army awaits.
I'm off to the KISS show at Staples with Woods. I'm sure it's going to be a sea of rodeo clowns drunk on moonshine from the remote areas of Los Angeles. Hopefully they don't sniff out our faggot asses and try to start some shit, because I'll just have to represent some of my ghetto heritage. And that wouldn't be too ladylike of me. Or would it?
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