Toads Doike was sent to earth in 1997 to mentally fuck people across the globe with determination and no mercy. Turning instruments into weapons, and music into war, they are a living, breathing fuck fist song machine. Most of TDs music is improvised, and completly on the spot. If you put TD on a frozen pond, it would melt.
Hi there Toads Doike first of all we'd like to say thanks for being our myspace pal. We wanted to make sure you knew the reason incase we suddenly vanish off of your friends list. The movement we've started for indie artists has grown significantly and consumes all of our time these days. We seldom sign into our myspace account and this is making several people believe that we are ignoring them. We are not ignoring anyone, we wanted everyone to know that. What we're doing has become so busy we just don't have the time for myspace any longer, so in all honesty we are probably going to just close our myspace account.
Many people wanted to use us in the future so if you were one of those people make sure you bookmark www.tthlabel.com so that in the even that we do close our myspace account you will not lose contact with us. Thanks again for being our myspace pal!
the bible says you cannot wrestle your neighbor. Even though it may feel good. A nice knee to the face........ or a punch to the face... Go... Go away.... Read some books.....
Hello my fellow Bowley Brethren! This is a public annoyance announcement on be half of (Ted) when are you fuckers going to come get smashed! Hopefully before the Bowley bash 07
Mr. Doike (stop)
Your constant comments are becoming a nuiscance (stop)
If you continue this constant abuse (stop)
I will be forced to take legal action (stop)
PS. Nibb High Football Rules!
