FLICKERLICK do a radio show, and the cute DJ actually gives them a box of Milk-Bonz "for the dogs that you is [sic]." She keeps holding the box of biscuits up to the mike. Hon? You're doing a radio show. Put the biscuits down. Dom says he hopes people won't hate them for being drunk jackasses. Actually, I think that the reason why people love the FLICK. Drunken jackasses are way entertaining, particularly when you don't have to be in the same room with them.
FLICKERFUCK play a hometown show at the Curtain Club. The place is packed, and people know the words and sing along. Lots of cute girlies in the front row. It looks like a great gig. Then we cut to Whorey's woman saying that it may be naive of her to trust in him, but she doesn't want to be with a man she has to worry about, and she doesn't know any other way to be. Oh, dear. "Naïve" doesn't come close. I guess she really couldn't have any idea, since Whorey is being completely dishonest and all wanting things both ways, but is she ever in for a rude awakening. Whorey says he wants to tell her "in a way that she can understand." Oh, Corey. You're so pretty. We get a nice montage of happy people backstage and people selling merch and Dom kissing some lingerie-wearing lady. He then has the courage to say, "Once the show airs, probably none of these girls are going to want anything to do with [him]." So true! Except for the hopeless, shameless groupie factor. There's always that. The segment concludes with Whorey and his woman commenting on the Felix-and-Oscar-ish relationship of Rex and Mrs. Rex, or El Dangeroso and La Divorcearia. Damn. Then Mrs. Rex says that she doesn't want to be affected by the fame, and "normal people don't do these kinds of things." Another ostrich! Wake up, sisters.
Oh great, another CRACK segment. They play a show at Winston's, which has a black light and seems more like a disco than a rock club. Maybe if a good band were playing, it'd be better. Sutton says the people of San Diego love CRACK, and they could "go in and play kazoos all night and people'd love it." Wow, is that statement ever a lie. I know plenty of San Diegans that hate SUCKCRACKER with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. Sutton says he isn't sure of how he'll be portrayed, and that they could be "the boring guys of the show, or the heroes of the show." No, DOODOO were boring, and FLICK were the heroes. You guys were the ones everyone hated. How interesting that never occurred to them? Beastie says he's worried about looking like a jackass, but "if a jackass I am, then a jackass I shall be." And a jackass you were, Beastie! What a jackass you have been. Let's choose that for your yearbook quote, shall we? They bust into a new Weezer-y song called "The Greatest Generation." It's one of Sutton's. Here's where Beastie talks about being pushed to the side and being a back-up "singer," and MY EYES! DEAR LORD! Beastie has parted his hair in the middle, making him look like some kind of horrible Dawson clone! Save me.