Monday, April 20, 2009
Now that the recording of bass has been completed, I've taken my Playstation home so none of my ham-fisted controller-mashing bandmates can play it and ruin my high scores. Unfortunately this has led to a drop in morale, as the social cohesiveness brought about by throwing grenades at pedestrians in Liberty City has evaporated. The card games are getting more violent now, and there's a lot of spitting and aggressive Russell Crowe impersonations going on. Burke dropped a piece of buttered bread on the back of my shirt, but he claims this was an accident.

The record, though, is sounding HOT.


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