Brad - drums, charming looks Craig - guitar, singin, charming attitude Alan - bass, mistakes, legendary geniusness Mikey - guitar, taking partying to the next level Joe - The new guy. Didn't really do much, now that I think about it, but he did own a van.
Holy crap! Smart Ass Records has re-issued first CD, One Big Inside Joke, with mostly the same packaging and no new bonus tracks! That's right, 74 minutes of the same 49 songs you bought ten years ago. Surely you've lost your copy, so why not take this opportunity to purchase it again?
Buy it now for $8 (within US or Canada)
Or $11 (international)
We were a stupid band that sang about masturbation, farting, turds, swimming pools, the band exodus, and some other stuff. After 10 years, we broke up. That was four years ago or something. These days, we're all actually friendly to each other, which I think is an impressive feat.
We put out some records and CDs, and we toured the US/Hawaii/Canada/Australia/New Zealand and Israel.
We are unbelievably good-looking, even in our old age.
Some other bands we've been in are also on myspace, you might as well look at them instead of us.
you could start by running to the room of the three gargoyles. Push in the right tongue and a door might lead you down a staircase into the wall climb. Here, you must choose your next path. You could race up to the observatory, spin the sundial and pass into the room of the golden idols. Once there, push down on their faces to release the doors, that may take you below or lead you into the shrine of the silver monkey. Assemble the statue there and you may be headed for the torch room. If the elevator is up, you could jump into the elevator and descend into the mineshaft. You might climb up the ladder or plow through the stone wall. Find the key and it may unlock the tombs of the ancient kings, allowing you to climb into the spider's lair. If you escape, you may have a chance to sit upon the throne of the Pretender. If the correct door is unlocked, you'll be able to crawl into pit of despair and finally make you way through the cave of size, back to the temple gate. The choices are yours and yours alone. Good luck!
hey cheesemaker or whatever it was that you called yourself, had to tell you that all these years later i still cant get " omg! i burnt my toast again!" out of my head! randomly over the years i throw your cd on and truely enjoy all of your tunes-always testing my memory skills on the karoake verson of "greg ex-" always nailing every line of course. but today i had the pleaseure of sharing some of your songs with the kids i nanny, i cant tell you how funny it is to hear them walking around singing" climb a tree and take a pee on my mommy and my daddy"..... thanks for your contribution to my warped mind and for all the kids in the future......
THANKS FOR THE ADD YOU ARE BY FAR ONE OF THE MOST INFLUENTIAL BANDS I LISTEN TO HOPE YOU LIKE OUR TUNES KEEP ON ROCKING BEST WISHES FROM LA PLATA, IN ARGENTINA
Thanks for adding us, come back to Australia and play in Brisban this time.You can share our beds we'v never slept with celebrities. We are old school fans that hate nofx.
que hay? recien consegui nuevamente my first cd of yourmother, one inside big joke y estoy sacado!!!.
yourmother is my influencia in my stupid music band del año 2000 "muchas victimas".
fabre say:
don´t fuck whit the ghost!!!
saludos amigos
I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when my dad approached me. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first--" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammer hog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with the drugs, I like to tell them this story.
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