this show made me wanna kick a puppy to death, and then cry myself to sleep while holding it's broken lil body and rocking back and forth. anyone out there get me?
I'll be working this show. Most likely I will be on the upstairs balcony sporting a big blue mohawk. If you would be willing to part with your ticket stub, I'd greatly appreciate it -- I collect them, as I am an avid show-goer.