KC: Especially when your friends go on there and change it just to bust your balls. A friend of mine is constantly fucking with Wikipedia, saying the most outrageous stories. I'm like, "Dude, seriously, do you have to do that?" He's like, "Yup." Sometimes if you tell people "Stop busting my balls," they're going to bust your balls worse. With him, he has a problem on tour where we send birthday cakes to him all the time at restaurants, and he gets embarrassed. The only days we won't send him a birthday cake is on his actual birthdays. We've known for so long that it bothers him, so we keep doing it, and all he has to do to get us to stop is someday stand up and scream "I love it!" and smash the cake off himself, and we'd probably never do it again.

AB: It's one of my phobias, the birthday song. I get it anytime I'm in a restaurant. They don't even have to be there. They'll literally find out where I'm having dinner by myself.

KC: Call in a birthday cake.

AB: And the next thing I know, the guy's coming over with the candles. And I don't see anybody in the band, so I figure I'm safe, he's walking right by me. But, nope, he sits right down in front of me, and the next thing I know&ldots;.We were in Denver, Colorado one time, and there was this three-story Italian restaurant. One of the chefs was a friend of ours, and invited the whole band there. I saw earlier that night, somebody had a birthday, and literally 600 people came out and started singing. I'm like, 'Oh my God,' and I started sweating, because I knew&ldots;Sure enough, I got a birthday&ldots;.But never on my birthday.

How is that a bad thing? It's like it's your birthday everday!

AB: It's embarrassing, and I get embarrassed, and I hate it. I've had it on planes. I hate that.

KC: Pre-9/11, the stewardess would give me the microphone on the plane, and I'd announce that he was a grandfather.

AB: I joined the Boston Ballet one time. The two guys I was sitting between&ldots;I was talking about being in the band and stuff, and as we land, they announce, "In seat 14C, Al Barr. We'd like to congratulate him. He just became a member of the Boston Ballet." These two guys look at me like, "Oh, really? I thought you said you were a singer?" I'm like, "No, you don't understand, the guys in the band do this every time&ldots;" Got to have fun.

KC: Got to entertain yourself.

There's a fair amount of Dropkick Murphy knock off-bands, but they don't always acknowledge that they're Dropkick Murphy knock-off bands.

AB: That wouldn't be cool. That would be like another band saying they're a knock-off Pogues band.

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