Hoowee boy...play some skeee-nard.(then proceeds to spit tobacco juice on the floor)
The things I hated about gigs were:
Drunk guys coming up between sets smelling like a distillery getting mere millimeters from your face trying to talk to you....(can you say mint?)
Rowdy drunks throwing stuff onstage like beer bottles. They hurt.
The things I like about gigs were:
Women losing all inhibition when the libation comes into play. I had a drunk chick come onstage once and try to go down on me while I was playing... Of course I had her pulled offstage...and bought her a few more drinks to keep her inebriated enough to have a little fun afterwards.
So. If you throw a cat out of a car window, is it considered "kitty litter"?
