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Dong Squad
May 2004
| Peter Criss appeared with the sound of strings welling in
the background. |
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| He sang his song, Beth, perhaps the low point in the Kiss
catalog. (OK, maybe Lick It Up was worse...) |
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| Off came the leather. |
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| I thought he was looking pretty good. Last time Kiss came to
town, Peter was a little heavy around the middle. |
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My favorite act of the night, the Man at Work appeared and
set up some cones and one of those big orange trash can looking things to a
funky version of Crosstown Traffic. He turned his back as if to get ready
for a real throw-down. |
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Then proceeded to stand there, leaning on his shovel, doing
nothing. |
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Whistling, looking this way and that... |
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Checking his watch, wiping the sweat off his brow... |
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Every few minutes he'd take his shovel and use it to collect
money from the crowd, only to toss it over his shoulder and resume his
shift. |
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But as the song cranked up, Man At Work finally got to work,
whipping off the pants and grabbing the Stop and Slow signs for a modern
version of the classic fan dance! |
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I wasn't sure which was funnier - the waiting or the money
shot. Either way, I laughed so hard I almost puked. |
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