Dedication Well friends, brothers, sisters Were gathered here today To mourn the absence of one of our truest and dearest friends You all know his name His name is Ward Spring We're here not to grieve Not to shed a tear, For his absence But to rejoice That he is in a land far greater than any we can know He is in a place more beautiful than we can imagine Yes brothers, sisters, Ward Spring is still in Taipei he's not dead, in fact, the word is he shall rise again He shall be with us again soon We shall all be together in that other world That we know and love so much So let us now join our hands and bow out heads Raise our voices and sing to the heavens For this, this Sluts gig is dedicated to Ward Spring Hello, How are you doing? Ten inches, let me take out my penis and measure it Well, except that I'll probably get a hard-on And then would have to extent it to fourteen inches It's really six inches, it's really an inch more than the length of your penis Yeah, that will be just right. An inch more than the length of my penis? That means six inches Um, what about circumference? He he Length times circumference equals girth Ok How is this going? This is the beginning of a Sluts gig in the Nest, Butler Ave And I'd like everyone to introduce the band I'm Ron and I'll be playing guitar tonight and I'll be singing I am Dale and I will be drinking and singing Dik is not here but we'll speak for him, expected any moment So we'll uh roll the first song without him and he'll have to overdub And, And finally, Bonsoir mesdames et messieurs. Je suits enchante de me faut quoi frequenter a vous. That's a Frenchman we just dragged in off the street. We dragged this Frenchman in off the street, Ward, Brad, Gia, Mike, Bill, uh, whoever else is over there, Del and Wei. Well we're drinking and weird about to begin. Well, let's get the drugs in order and then we'll do a song.