........that is unless you want to have a crazy time exchanging guac recipes, doing yagermeister shots, and showing up 2 hours late for work the next day with a horse voice. It was sorta wierd to get together in local dive bar that I often frequent as of late (located precisely in the asshole of my fair Twin Cities) and meet with another person with whom Thrash would like to see spitting up bones. 1 listee down and like 38 to go.... you're like pocemon' , just gotta get drunk with em' all. Matt p.s--- I like the CD by the way, the samples about technology are especially frightening. The gal I give rides to work said that your CD was vibrating her genitals, but I can't figure out if she was complaining or rejoicing. Hey, its better than the proported digestive track problems associated with your CD. "Go away. I'm all right." -- famous last words of H.G. Wells, English writer and social theorist