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Saturday, February 22, 2003

So what's with the rash of death-trap nightclubs of late? First there's a stampede in a Chicago nightclub that kills a few people, and now a place in Rhode Island catches fire, thanks to a washed-up metal band's pyrotechnics.


You ask me, if you're stupid enough to want to go to a club to watch a sucky has-been band like Great White play, well sir, you deserve to die. Hell, you were obviously brain-dead to begin with, so it's no big loss in any case.

Looks like those hair-band refugees are in for a snootful of trouble, as it's apparent that they weren't authorized to shoot off their firecrackers (or whatever) on stage. The evidence is mounting that they've sprung these little surprises on a regular basis.

I think that long, purty hair they put so much energy into looking its best will serve them well in their upcoming roles as prison bitches.