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