Shred Bundy Goes North

So this past weekend we all hopped into Satan's ice cream truck and took a ride up to good ol' freezing-ass Worcester, Mass. Good times ensued, as the pictures and video will attest. Check em' out...

Ohhhhhhh, Oh ohhhh, Pics Here!

Los emos maricos! Je je je je!

I think I did it agaiiiiiiin...

I wrote a song today while I was in the shower. Actually, I write songs about showering everyday while showering. It's what I do. And If I get laid before I shower, the song is that much more better. Don't know why, that's just the way it goes.

Today I got out of the shower and realized that I had forgotten to wash the conditioner out of my hair. Musical radness ensued.

This one kind of sounds like Meatloaf if you can imagine a melody in your head while reading the lyrics. Here's the first (and only) few lines:

I think I did it again!
I left the conditioner in my hair.
I've got a greasy, waxy, slippery mess up there.
And I don't think I'll make it this time
whoa no! I don't think I'll make it this time!

Pretty cool, eh?? I think so. And I fucking hate Meatloaf - the food AND the singer. But that's a whole 'nother blog entry.

I just don't feel like bloggin'

So I won't. Screw you.

Everybody Loves Raymond's Big Black Dick

Saw this one on the 6 train, coming home yesterday. Couldn't stop laughing, felt like a 5 year old. Ahhhhh, genius.

Can't get enough o' that Lubin!

Due to the overwhelming response I've received about my previous 2 Lubin postings, I've decided to make the ol' Lubster a regular installment here at These Pythons are Sick.

Here he is typing or something. Look at him go, that bloody wanker. Hah hah heh!

Keep your eyes peeled for upcoming "The Many Faces of Lubin" calender, due out this spring.

Top o' the mornin' to ya!

When I saw the flyers around my office touting an "Irish breakfast" on St. Paddys Day I thought we would be getting drunk at 10 in the morning, not sick.