Pittsburghier and Pittsburghier

Below, the One Called Alexi engages in an ancient Pittsburgh Monday-night ritual known as The Sleaze, where, from 11 o'clock until a million o'clock, a fairly cool organism (for a human) plays several dozen instruments and, for some reason, encourages T.O.C.E.'s histrionic-ass friends to sing into a microphone.

T.O.C.A. is either singing "This is a Man's World" or "Yummy Yummy Yummy" or "Muskrat Love." It all sounds the same to me.

This studmuffin bares the sad shame of once being in a band with T.O.C.E. called "Baby Monkey in a Diaper." Whenever the two of them see eachother, there is much jumping around and bumping into things and breaking of inexpensive sunglasses.

Here he is, being forced to sing the entire Who catalogue. Whenever he assumes his RNR persona, people start breaking chairs. It's quite a sight to behold, especially if you're like me and enjoy destruction. Damn, baby! Howdya get into them jeans?

The One Called Carp, secret musical theatre junkie, sings his signature, "I'm Just a Girl Who Can't Say No." It's funny cause it's true. I mean, look at him! Hussy.

And here is the chairman of evil, The One Called Patio Furniture, trying to get out of singing "Regulator," and failing. The guy next to him is called Cookie, and he loves pretending to be Michael Macdonald. One time Patio Furniture and T.O.C.E. ended up in a hotel room Cookie had rented. It had a hot tub in the middle of it and a whole bunch of women's underthings on the floor. Ah, youth.

T.O.C.E. also sang, which, as always, summoned the law. Everyone got kicked out and then they had to spend the night in jail. Just kidding. Or am I?