Riders, bush collectors, service industry mormons - cometh to Oh Party this Saturday. We’ll be continuing old traditions like lamb carrying races, mortal hand holding, and the constant monitoring of the moon cycles - and we’ll begin anew as well. For starters, we’ve suspended Dave for playing a song we didn’t like. He’s been exiled to Arizona where all cretins dwell in tumolt. I personally am making my seductive return to Oh Party after a month tied to the bottom of a bus. We have forgone the guest DJ this month in order to free up space for Joe’s swolen left ball. Give the man his space. Serious, come through and feel the lance as it’s pierces your meat ventricle. Love.
Free music and Ohio Party T’s for all.
-Nate
