Preamble -- Act one, or The worst interview ever -- Act two, or Flying saucers, zombie slaves, and autopsies on the third stage -- Act three, or Mean guys with long hair -- Act four, or Sometimes you just want a girl who will sit on a bottle -- Act five, or The rock and roll cliche can go fuck itself -- Act six, or A hundred million dollar paycheck -- Act seven, or Take your drug dealer to work day -- Act eight, or Cannibalism is the answer -- Act nine, or Stabbing your mother for a number one album -- Act ten, or What everybody needs to get to sleep in these troubled times.
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