"Doc, how does it look?"
"You remember that movie with Queen Latifah where everything looked really bad but later on in the movie everything turned out OK?"
"Gee, so I'm going to be fine? That's great news!"
"Well, imagine if at the end of the movie she got cancer and died."
We is just two men without pants playing our own music in sum dingy old bedroom with a hay bale for a bed and a horney rabbit running around our feet. Our mischevious plights have taken us on many strange adventures involving bums, mutant pinatas, the police and 18 litres of milk. Expressions (2006) is available from Robbie or Julian for $10, and has sold under 100 copies worldwide. Ghost Train coming soon in December 2007, its gonna be FUCKING AWESOM, and if you do not love it we will fight you.
Ants!
Holy jeez, are there a butt-ton of ants in the world!
Runnin' around all stupid-like
Looking for dead grasshoppers or spilled Dr. Pepper or whatever.
Someone ought to keep these dudes in line.
We got standards here on Earth.
Curb your population or we'll send you and all your ant friends to the moon.
Try finding grasshoppers on the moon, ants.
Oops! There's no GRASS!
Also special thanks to Under Review for the Gambia recording and the many years of shennanigous music bogussing: Eric “wise guy†Woodward, Tearlach “huge pecs†Wales, Angus “don’t feed the drummer†Woodward, Chrissy Doig the ladies man, Paulos de Gringos (Denovan), Monz Sesto and her shiny red dress, Josh Gavin our only groupie, Robbb and Julzee
Death isn't so bad.
It's just kinda... "Oh well."
You'll miss out on all that sweet future stuff...
but that's not all it's cracked up to be.
I mean really
things can only get better or worse from here.
If it's worse, than Hooray!
I'll be dead and won't have to worry about it.
And if it's better... well my life pretty much rules as it is.
The future can't be THAT much cooler.
Fuck, unless someone clones dinosaurs after I die.
NOBODY CLONE DINOSAURS AFTER I DIE
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