Motion City Soundtrack Tour Diary: Part Three

Justin Pierre gives you a guided tour to Oxford. Warning: contains whipping, and hot sauce.

Posted Monday, 29 March 2010 by Ben Patashnik in

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OXFORD! Land of learnage...

...and boats!

Of course, I would throw out my back a bit after only one show. So I scoured the earth of Oxford for a masseuse. I found her. Her name was Emily. She kicked my ass. Rather, she touched my ass. Strange thing about this country(or this woman), when asked to change out of my clothes it became a joint adventure. Awkward. She also had no qualms about whipping my underwear back around my buttocks and massaging both halves after I said I had lower back pain. I did not say upper butt. I said lower back. Enough with the ass talk. Panic hit me like a bucket of water...

...before the 2nd show. There was a chain reaction and everyone became nervous, save our trusty tour manager Brian Southall. Nothing scares B. South. Not even Chuck Norris. The show itself was incredibly outrageous! The good people of Oxford braved London Fog to be there...

Good times were had by all. Jesse grew a 2nd head:

Matt shook hands with an imaginary cobbler:

We raged and Oxford’s very foundation was rocked into oblivion. Oh, and by the way… Condiments.

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