Andy, I'm sure you heard from Schwartz that Bonnaroo just canceled.

Super bummer.

After running my head into a brick wall a few times, they decided to do something a little bit less dangerous,

and I poured myself a glass of scotch, four fingers, no ice.

But now I'm back in my desk and I'm going to see what I can do to replace that show with something else.

I have no idea what exactly that would be.

But I'm on the prowl, you know.

I'm doing the midnight creep looking to replace your show with something far less,

uh, far less quality, but a show nonetheless.

You're going to get you paid.

I get you paid.

Braddoll, bro.

Herbuner got canceled.

Bomberman.

Look, I know it's a long shot.

My grandma lives down there in Manchester.

Let's just do a show in her house.

She's totally chill.

Dung wippets there all the time,

not really sure her stances on boo-fing or anything like that.

But regardless, we don't have money to pay you,

so we figured maybe we scrape some drugs together,

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