Fletcher and Dominic are going out. Unfortunately, they meet up with the lady from earlier who was ever so proud of her, um, chestal girth. Fletcher is none too pleased. Dom: As soon as we got in there, boy, she latched onto him. He aint kidding. This woman, who since we last saw her decided to don a necklace with a plastic nude womans torso on it, is all over Fletcher. Shes completely tossed, her hair is matted against her forehead with sweat, and she clearly has no idea how to seduce a man. I am embarrassed for her. She keeps lap-dancing and Fletcher keeps laughing, not mean-spiritedly, but more out of confusion and embarrassment. He gets her to take off her bra as a dare, which she does. They get kicked out of the bar. Thats hilarious. Dominic: We got the bra and sold the CDs, and thats all that matters. Was it really worth it?
So for once, FLICK is in the lead for merch:
FLICK -- $120
HARLOW -- $60
JERKS -- $25 (Heh.)
Sutton misses his girlfriend. When I try to call her and I cant talk to her, I get needy. Okay. I didnt know this guy even had a girlfriend. Didnt he just leave his wife (for the second time)? Whatever.
Its 2:30 PM, and Chimene is just waking up (with her booty call from last night). Some of the bands are doing better with sales, while some of us are doing better with, um, booty. True. Rebecca still doesnt know what to do for the country song. Chimene suggests, I wanna bagga dope, I wanna bagga dope, I wanna bagga dope oh boy. I think its a bad idea.
FLICK is working their song out. Its actually a song Cory wrote years ago and wants to sing. Theres one problem: Cory cant sing. Sounds kinda crappy, but not intolerable. Dom: He really wants to sing, he really tries, but its horrible. Agreed.
CRACKERs song is practically done, and theyve got four-part harmonies to boot. Doesnt make them suck any less.
Rebecca: I think my attempt at a country-western song was less than an inspiration. Well, seeing as how the entire band is still in bed and its 5:00 PM, yeah. Becks gets all pissed because nobodys helping her. Chimene gives her some weak excuse like well, you kind of took off with it just because shes lazy and doesnt want to write a song. She keeps saying, I could write a song in five minutes. Well, why dont you, if its so easy? Huh? Not. Im with Rebecca. If my band were this lazy (if I had one), Id get vexed. In fact, this is why Im not in a band right now. Anyway, Rebecca and Chimene continue to beef with one another about the same crap. Bo-ring.