notes, here is a poem I childishly wrote along with one of our set lists

Whomever you are,
Whatever you think,
Don't drive a car so
the planet won't stink.
Don't pay the oil man,
who cuts the trees
because your death,
is his industry,

The life you save,
May be your own,
strong is your body,
sleek, trim and toned,
If you roll,
If You trod,
they can't deny,
Your bitchin bod,

Firehouse :

Spitter

Bandanna

Artist

Back painting

Food fest

Chair escape

Stunt banjo