We were playing a smaller gig the weekend before last and having a great time. All was going well and we were about 2 songs into the second set when all of a sudden this stench from he!! wafts across the stage. It was overpowering and the guitarist next to me was trying his best to keep his lunch down. We were looking at each other with accusing eyes wondering who made butt brownies in their pants. The problem was, it smelled worse than any crap I ever smelled in my life, skunk ape maybe? I don't know.
Between songs we are trying to ask each other who did it but didn't have much time to really do an investigation as we had to start another song and try not to pass out from the overwhelming stench from beyond. Finally after the second set is over and we are all green and ready to pass out from lack of oxygen (no one wanted to breath unless they really had to) We all met up outside for some fresh air when the lead guitarist tells us where the vile, putrid swamp a$$ smell came from. Ready for this?
It turns out the one girls bathroom was just to the other side of his rig. Some "young lady" dropped nuclear holocaust in the womans bathroom, even the roaches were dead and the twinkies molding. I'm 49 years old and have smelled many, many bad things but never in my life did any of that prepare me for what some young lady did that night. I just wonder who she went home with and if I'll find them in the obituaries.
Between songs we are trying to ask each other who did it but didn't have much time to really do an investigation as we had to start another song and try not to pass out from the overwhelming stench from beyond. Finally after the second set is over and we are all green and ready to pass out from lack of oxygen (no one wanted to breath unless they really had to) We all met up outside for some fresh air when the lead guitarist tells us where the vile, putrid swamp a$$ smell came from. Ready for this?
It turns out the one girls bathroom was just to the other side of his rig. Some "young lady" dropped nuclear holocaust in the womans bathroom, even the roaches were dead and the twinkies molding. I'm 49 years old and have smelled many, many bad things but never in my life did any of that prepare me for what some young lady did that night. I just wonder who she went home with and if I'll find them in the obituaries.
