Here is a nice treat for all of you if I may say so.
Earlier tonight, my lovely wife and her brother got into a fistfight with the bouncers at a Hollywood, California bar called "Citizen Smith"
The bouncer approached her brother and demanded that he finish his beer because they were closing...they actually close at 2:00AM, but the bouncer must've had a bad watch because it was only 1:28AM.
Wifey's brother told the bartender that he still had a half an hour to finish the beer that was just sold to him, but the bouncer didn't like what he heard and grabbed him, punched him, and was just about to do more until my wife, like Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka, jumped off of a potted plant and jumped on his back.
The reason I wrote all of this is because I think that if that bouncer had a copy of this album, he would've handled his customers a little better.