So, a little story about St. Louis.

Well, two stories about St. Louis.

Number one is the first time and only time I went there.

The friend of mine, or the drummer for our band,

who has of my old band when I was a teenager,

had a habit of making strange decisions sometimes.

And we've been in a three month tour.

And I knew you were going to tell this story.

Yeah. Well, I've got two here.

This one's very quick though.

And we roll up the St. Louis.

And there is an issue in the band where the guitarist of one band,

this guy Josh, he does not want to view the arch.

Whereas the rest of us, you know, having arrived six hours before our show,

we're like, well, we should go see the arch, right?

It's the arch. It's like the golden gate bridge of St. Louis.

We eventually settle on the arch.

We get there. We are outside looking at the arch,

realizing that maybe there wasn't really a good reason for us to come there.

And I turn over and Sean, the drummer, is just pissing all over it.

Which leads me into the second thing here is that we went right after that

and got a pizza, which none of us, I think there was seven of us,

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