Has your van ever broken down in a location so remote that you have to live in a junkyard for three days, almost succumbing to local traditions and never leaving, nearly marrying the one girl in the junkyard - the junkyard princess, if you will - endearing yourself to the local youth, who look up to you like a Rock God descended from heaven?
Have you ever had to search for a vet on tour because your dog's anal glands needed squeezing?
Have you ever convinced a friend to put on chainmail so your questionably sane friend from high school could stab him?
Yeah, me neither.
Seattle's Gladiators Eat Fire have done all this and more.
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| Standard Tenderloin antics. |
