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What choices in life do you have to make to end up as a blood sprayer for GWAR? Is this what happens when you don’t pay attention in class? If you fail woodshop, do you inevitably end up inside a giant latex robotic Ronald Reagan doll? What’s it like in there? Definitely there’s plenty of odd jobs to be filled at a GWAR show, as the extreme-art-metal Scumbags of the Universe unfurl entrails and sprinkle the appreciative crowd with an alternating bath of fake blood and slimy urine colored something or other. Who’s in charge of cleaning that giant, eyeball encrusted, four foot long latex strapon? Where do I apply?
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