17 Aug 19:50
k so we're ...and Chaos... dont take us seriously or we'l kill you Anyway, on to some serious business; seeing as TV has crippled my mind and I can't remember anything that has happened from the time I wrote the last blog up until the very moment, very moment, very moment, very moment, very moment, very moment (shit it happened again), I really have nothing to tell you about. Consider the fucking blog over. Hah, tricked you. It's all coming back to me. Ok, so here's the deal. We played some cool gigs with some cool bands. We did the whole Seasons Wither thing which was cool, despite the fact that we may as well have played at the crack of dawn. Lol, crack. Even so, there was a healthy crowd (well, I don't mean healthy literally – they all looked like zombies high on meth) – which moshed it up gallantly. This is amazing – you guys know who the fuck you are – shot for staying so late, and hanging around to watch us. As a token of our appreciation, I'm volunteering Rat to give each of you a hand job. In the event that you are female – there will be cameras and about 20 other guys involved (sorry). Other than that, we played some awesome gigs. A particularly stand out gig was at Archers, deep within the realms of Satan's left underarm (Edenvale). We had a large crowd, good sound and loads and loads of fun (booze). I'm not going to go and give you a detailed description of this gig, because you simply had to be there (and by that I mean, my fingers are cold and I want to sit on them for 5 minutes, after which they will go to a place of unimaginable darkness and evil [wink wink, nudge nudge, raise middle finger]). Oh yeah, we also did something else. So you can't blame us for our inactivity over the course of the past couple of weeks – our bassist has traveled back in time in order to steal Stalin's left nipple and moustache, while I was off on a peacekeeping mission in 24th century Gorlongvania (don't worry you'll hear of it soon enough. Commie bastards). But the real reason you can't blame us for our inactivity (well, you can but I will bear-mace you) is… wait for it – because we are recording an EP!!!11!!!ONE!!!ELEVEN!!!!!!!onehundredandelevenfactorial!!!!!!!1111 Now, I don't want you all to get your hopes up, but this thing will be bigger than Jesus and ten world-cups combined. Ok, I don't really know what else to type so, methinks it's time to leave all 6 of you who read this to your own devices. Good-bye, imaginary masses to which I am writing this, Prof. Orry Messer (og). PS: I've always wanted to 'ps' one of these things! PPS: You can probably guess that I've always wanted to PPS something as well. PPPS: PPPPS' are gay.