i'm totally alternative. and punk. i'm really great. it's really worth your time to dig my shit. i really have a lot to offer the world, like noise bands.
Thanks mucho for the Cleveland 7"! Doktor Bitch left me with S.cA.R.S. On a side note, I miss the angry ranting in your personal info section. It was a delicious knuckle sandwich for a malnourished world. Oh, well. Let 'em starve.
As someone who, if forced to identify with any scene, would probably pick the hardcore punk scene, I have to say that the TOTAL YOUTH CDR is fucking hilarious. Nice one!!
I like that Billy Idol song rebel yell...can you do that? Or are you just playing the songs that your guitar teacher at Woodsy's taught you....uuummmmm kkkk called you out ummmmmm
Hey if Doctor Bitch is playing in Cleveland on a weekend I 'll usually make it. Most of my weekends are spent helping the elderly in and out of their Depends and taste testing their medicine.
Damn double posts. Coincidentally, my dad rents his body out to recent high school and college graduates, who then take his body and pass it around their school and gather everyone's signature. Much like those stuffed bears they sell at Hallmark, except there is more room.
The liner notes you wrote for the Sockeye CD are golden. That's fucking crazy to find out that Brad from Sublime was a huge Sockeye fan and that they covered "Mater Blower". I'd pay good money to see the video of that.
Salut! Poopy Necroponde! Merci pour l’ajout! La nouvelle série que vous attendiez est prête, tout droit sortie du Paradis ! Jettez-y un oeil ou deux!!!
I lost my Booty Bear tape back in Madison. Does that still exist anywhere? Yu think of Bart Simpson while you pull your pud. Your ex-girlfriends crippled boyfriend has a complexion like a milk dud. One of the best of all time.
Booty Bear. That's a real good one. Cathy and I laughed. I was tellin' Lee Suniga how good Hep Z is yesterday. Choo choo. MySpace! More like "Hi"Space. Or OnedaywedieSpace. Have you ever seen mydeathspace.com. Check it out. It morbid! GoodbyeSpace.
