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THE STRAIGHT UP

Hair of the Dog with The LGC!

Two happy students of LGC High

Calling all LGC Fans!

Get your Heart On for a great cause. Next Sunday the 15th, our best fiends, The Scared Stiffs (featuring the LGC’s own Otto Wino on guitar) are gathering up a great Post Valentine’s Show to benefit The Putnam Humane Society and The Putnam Valley Dog Shelter. 

There are lots of things those poor little kitties and puppies need, so check the poster to see how you can help. And if you wanna bring something to help feed the humans, that would be great, too.

The whole thing happens from 2-8 at the Putnam Valley German American Club. There’s going to be a ton of talented performers, some Roller Derby Girls and a whole lot of people giving of themselves to help out the animals! Come on down!

Valentine's Benefit Flyer
(click the poster for a larger image)

Rudolph With Your Nose So Bright... You Really Need More Scotch Tonight?

Ever wonder about that? Why was Rudoph’s nose so bright? Was he really best choice for Santa’s designated driver?Reindeer (Guess Blitzen’s DUI’s finally caught up with him.)

Anyho, ho, ho....

Time to rev up all our reindeer drinking games again, hang mistletoe in all the most strategic positions (beltbuckles) and rock your stockings off in the holliest, jolliest way we know how... by dropping our Xmas Yule Log Rock Show on Sues’s Sunset House (December 19th @ 10 pm).

Featuring the return of Mai Tai Mike on guest guitar and as always, of course... the nicest, naughtiest group of gift-wrapped Go-Go dancers to ever melt a North Pole -- THE LUSCIOUS LUSHES!

Full Moon Fever

She WAS wearing white....What is it about that big old silver rock in the sky that draws all the crazy critters out of the swamp? This past Friday night the She-Devil Brigade was out in full force vexing shocked onlookers with their hip-shakin’, back-breakin’ voodoothatyoudo dance moves.

Special thanks to the mysterious Lady in White, who repeatedly flashed the crowd before devouring some hapless (yet happy) mustachioed man on the dance floor, right before our bloodshot bewildered eyes.

(Editor’s Note – next time you bring out the Twin Milkmaids, make sure you face the band. We’re the ones working for it, for God's sake!)