Last night, I had the music-to-my-ears pleasure of seeing Ms. Joss Stone in concert at Hollywood's Greek Theatre. And boy, are my ear drums tired! That hot little bee-otch can sprint vocal runs like nobody's tone deaf business. She was just utterly, inspiringly amazing. You have to go see the English songbird, if you ever get a chance!
But there was one thing that struck me as somewhat... dis-chord-ant. (No, it wasn't the fact that every time she hit a high C her almost-non-existent miniskirt jumped up past her vag-vag. Nope.) I never knew this before, but apparently Joss is a total lesbian icon. And apparently the tickets I got were located in the heart of LesbianVille. Despite the fact that beers are a whopping $12 at the Greek, these bigger-than-big, louder-than-loud and dykier-than-dykey Lillith Fair lovers were beyond plastered; they were dancing disturbingly, shouting psycho-ly and throwing anything they could get their stubby, hairy hands on.
It looked like the check out line at a Home Depot clearance. And we all know how unpretty that is!
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