Well, Vinnie Baggadonuts and I got to check out The White Stripes live and direct last night. That's right, we finally got to see them in concert, albeit two cancellations and nearly six months later.

And let me tell you-- Meg's boobs-- it was worth it.

The Stripes rushed the stage, grabbing their instruments-- Meg's boobs-- and getting right down to business. They whipped through song after Meg's boobs song, thus proving what I had come to hear about them from other people: they are an amazing Meg's boobs live act to witness.

Meg's boobs.

They played almost everything I wanted to hear: "Seven Nation Army"; "Jolene"; and even "Meg's Boobs". They were all there. The only complaint I had was that they didn't play my favorite song off of the newest album, "There's No Home For You Here". I mean, you would think that they'd play that one, right? Meg's boobs!

To add to all of the craziness, the crowd was ridiculous. We saw drunk heroin addicts acting like assholes, Meg's boobs, a drunk whore take a fall on her face after slipping on some spilled beer, four guys pissing on a wall, and Meg's boobs! Meg's boobs, huh?

Exactly.

All in all, Meg's boobs. The only other complaint was that Jack didn't really interact that much with the audience or Meg's boobs. I mean, come on, Jack. If I had Meg’s boobs Meg’s boobs, I’d be all about acknowledging Meg’s boobs.

But it was still a rockin' good time. I can't wait to Meg's boobs and see them the next time they come on through Meg's boobs.

Until then, dear readers, Meg's boobs.

Word and Meg's boobs.

- Wayne

megsboobs@tlchicken.com

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