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Last night's Sunday Night Riot was anything but. We didn't even make enough at the door to cover my normal fee for coming in on a night I usually reserve for masturbating to pictures of Jon Benet Ramsey.(1)

So, since I really did nothing but scare (or amuse, depending on who you ask) the out of town band and play my game boy, I cut bossman a break and took a smaller sum. I think that's why he always wants me on the off night shows. He knows that my sense of loyalty to the place will allow/force me to OFFER to take a smaller cut if those offnight shows bomb.

Ended up taking home a bottle of nocello (italian walnut liqueur) gratis due to it being something that hasn't sold in years and bossman kinda felt sorry for my not getting a full night's pay.

(1) It's truly a sad day when I actually have to put a disclaimer on my "gallows humour"

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So, seems I am The Nail Gun of Loving Kindness

What are you?