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Fresh and the Beaver

What are you fucking laughin at?

About Me

Fresh and the Beaver was formed when Doug Ausley wrote an instrumental that he named "pumpkin fucker". His band mates at the time asked if they could write lyrics for it to which Ausley replied "Sure, as long as its about a guy fuckin a pumpkin." Well, Castor who was not yet in a band with Ausley took the song to task and penned the lyrics for pumpkin fucker. The two went on to write more serious songs for the band Whiskey Abduction, but have always had a catalog of not so serious musical efforts that they have wished to expose. So, here it is. Hope you enjoy! You may be offended by some explicit lyrics so allow us in advance to say fuck you to any of you fucking fucks that have a fucking problem with fucking words.

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My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 3/28/2008
Band Members:Doug Ausley - Lead guitar/VocalsRon Castor - Lead Vocals/HarmonicaMolson Canadian Beaver
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Influences: We are inspired by the fun things in life: Flatulence, human anatomy, sexual dysfunction, retards, etc... Now, anyone who sings about poop and vaginas and is not in 3rd grade draws some inspiration from the King Of All Media, Howard Stern. Anyone who says they do not is a dirty shitmouthed liar. Also, Tenacious D, Flight of the Concords, Adam Sandler, Ween, Frank Zappa, Bloodhound Gang, Ray Stevens, Roger Alan Wade, The Police, Stones, Beatles, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Ramones, Pearl Jam, Johnny Cash, The Clash, Henry Rollins, The Dead (Kennedy's, Milkmen, and Grateful), Mofro, and a laundry list of many others who make us listen a little closer, laugh a little harder, love a little deeper, or cry like little pussies. Hope you like our music, and if you don't I hope you get hit in the fucking head with a bat and lose your hearing, but have the song of ours you hate the most stuck in your head for the rest of your life until you can take it no more and you kill yourself. Then, I hope your family hires us to play your wake and you are forced to look down on the whole affair as we dance and play, singing songs you would hate while riding ponies with midgets and clowns, and clown midgets. Then we all will form a line, walk past your casket and fart in the face of your corpse. Enjoy Fucker!!!
Sounds Like: God’s Farts, Shit unless you’re drunk, a West Virginia porn soundtrack...You tell us.
Record Label: Unsigned
Type of Label: None