One fine eve I was listening to my favorite andrew wk album and rocking out in my discoteque. This area of my room has been ravaged by the power and frenzy of me and my roommate rocking to Andrew as can be seen by the spots of blood covering the room from my hand shattering a light fixture in the thralls of a full fist pump kick combo. As the night proceeded the brain became more entranced in partying and I headed outside. As I walked I heard a beautfiul melody coming from a distant house. "Hark this must be the Sirens' calling me for it is the most beautfiul waves hitting my ears I could image." As I entered the building I saw that I had reached Xanadu and the party was playing the I Get Wet Album. I immediatly jumped ontop of the coffee table and danced throughout the entire album taking my turn at partying till I puked as needed but this could not stop me. Crashing through the coffee table to as I screamed "IIIIIII GEEETTT WETTTTTTTTT" I feared that the hosts of the party would seek monetary compensation. Preparing to challange them to the purity and power of Andrew I was greeted by loving friends who instead handed me money saying that was the best partying and rocking they have ever seen and it is worht a refund on an adult bevarge cup. This is the tale of how Andrew brings all together even in destruction and contintues to party. Please andrew come back to Champaign-Urbana your show at the Canopy club was pure heaven and I must see it again.

-JP