Jacob, Andy, Alex, & Ted started working in a record store. They formed a band. Blood gushed from every faucet in the house. Andy departed. Josh joined. He was good. The blood kept gushing. The heart of rock n' roll played faintly in the distance.
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Sorry I missed the rock show last night, fellas. I hope it went off without a hitch (and without a bitch... OH SHIT)! If it's any consolation, I had a dream that I was in the Columbia Slackers and I bought a CD from Ted. He was very polite and helpful. But really, when is ever not both of those things? Goddamit Ted... you rule.
So here it is guys, the big day ... are you going to sink or swim ... choke or swallow ... crash or sail ... nobody ever said the Clash of the Titans would be easy.
Transference: the redirection of feelings and desires. Scroatmeal=oatmeal if Cpt. Captain's idea of a teaparty occurs in a shopping mall bathroom stall. Oh! Served!
Yeah, we definitely should. I finally managed to catch you guys at the Bathtime Festival and it was amazing. I think we have a Y&G thing on May 9th, but we'd be down anytime after that.
