Oh, Sargent Chubs is a real go-getter alright, and during those times that we are able to keep him off the bottle and upright, he can stir up a lot of beautiful muck out there in the P-5 swamp.
But make no mistake, there's only one larger-than-life personality that is capable of perpetuating in perpetuity, our biggest West Lot dreams.
You see ……………
……….. "we live in a world in which tailgating and rock music is under constant assault, and needs to be guarded by men with big kahone's and GAF attitudes. Who's gonna do it? You, Fanatic? You, CAS? You, Trans Am Bison, if that indeed is even your real name? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for our AC/DC-less tailgates and you curse those that don't get it done. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that AC/DC's appearance, while problematic, probably saves tailgating. And MY existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves tailgating as we know it! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you WANT me in the ThM Hospitality Tent! You NEED me in the ThM Hospitality Tent! We use words like "unsubstantiated rumor", "icky GA tailgater", "drink umbrellas". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the booze-soaked, rock-infused freedoms that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a liquor bottle, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!"