Uck. I’ve been sick. Way sick. But don’t worry, cats and kittens. I’m back. Next month’s show: Punks Vs. Pyschos. That means Tiger Army That means Horrorpops (schwing) That means Necro-fucking-mantix and above all. . . . LARS FREDERIKSEN AND THE BASTARDS. My buddy Pat had a rousing good graduation party last night . . . Tonight I’m supposed to door some things a guy is putting on . . . the same guy that tried to to stiff me the other week . . . needless to say, it’s upfront today.
Good to see you’re healthy again.
You made me sick! I hope your male member falls off after festering painfully for 2.3 weeks.
*sneezes*
Necromantix, I highly approve. What else do you like?
Yeah! Up front, dammit.
hmmm, interesting.
I always knew you were sick. Oh, you meant that in a different way.
I’m really sad I missed pat’s party. I planned to go, planned to drink me some bud light. Sigh.
Upfront, as opposed to the usual reacharound? har har.
Ooooh, considering it’s 4 days since you’ve updated, you’ve either had a terrible relapse, or you’re feeling a million times better. 😉
Strider Thompson.
tiger army, yes