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ASR Long Beach

Imagine walking around Disneyland all day long and not going on a single ride, that is what the trade show is like. The trade show is the perverted alcoholic's dream with a constant flow of eye candy and free booze. Within the first half hour of my arrival a druken Volcom bananna was pushed by an unknown assilant (think eucalyptus leaves...) into X-Space Watches' booth....I've never heard of them either. The six foot tall, two hundred pound bananna smashed a four foot tall display case full of their quality Japanese watches before everyone yelled "run!" and the bananna and crew dressed in yellow took off running and yelling. Of course the Reef booth was a constant traffic jam as usual. I would also have to say that Von Zipper has done quite the hiring job with their VZ girls. The OP booth stayed true to their new style of scary pale women, but kept it exciting and new in orange this time instead of yellow. A ferw of the Shit Kids even made an appearance.
The morning after the first night of the trade show I woke up and puked my guts out. Everyone made fun of me for having a hangover yet I alone knew this was not the case. Until a few minutes ago I was at a loss for the reason of my sickness until The Captain began throwing up himself and did a little detective work, that fucking slueth. It seems that not only did both of us throw up but six other people that had dinner with us at the El Ranchito. Those fucking bastards.....I spent an entire fucking day curled in the fetal position by the basin of my fucking toilet wondering what the fuck was happening to me. Back to the Trade Show story......it seemed the cool thing this year to do was wear someone elses badge. I even saw a black Terje Haakonsen. The computer is hurting my wrist so The End.