Real As Penitentiary Steel

I'm pretty sure Bo has been sipping on that I can fuck with him juice. Despite what our bass player/flannel enthusiast claims, my recent absences from the studio have all been excused. Complete with signed notes from my legal guardian, Slo-dee. On the day in question, Mr. Slodysko returned to our residence from class at approximately 10:00AM. He found me face down, mostly on my bed, fully clothed, and with the lights on. Apparently I was guarding a nearby pizza that I had mostly cooked the night before, but likely forgot about before falling asleep in a curiously rapid fashion. If that doesn't scream "sick day" I don't know what does.

Enough about me being down with the sickness. Scotty is currently in the booth with his tacklebox, digging around for the biggest hooks. Hard at work on his Milo costume for Halloween, he is pictured at left with Jenny Lewis. I don't really know who Jenny Lewis is, but something tells me she wouldn't know a tasty jam if it slapped the headband off her.

Speaking of big hooks, former Shook Ones beatdown man/Sinking Ships "Benedict Arnold" Nasty Nathan Huddle prefers them 10/0. He also prefers apple flavored Gerber and Huggies Pull-Ups. That's right, Bellingham's hottest export since Brenthaven is gonna be a proud parent any day now. He will be rounding out the line-up for Greatest Dads on Earth with Andrew "The Package" Pack and Jeremy "Legends" McAlister. Catch them at the Humdinger performing their Raffi-esque take on "Lodi Dodi," guest vox by Little Chris Lombardi. Congradulations to Nate and Lauren, love y'all.

Speaking of matriarchs, let's check in with Granny Shookerson and see how the scrapbookin' is coming:

"The worst burning you've ever felt, swear to christ."

"Oh, I get it. Country AND Alternative..."

"Pandemic!"

"Washboard."

"Jackson played drums and I saw god."

"Eligible."

"Cousin Jeff's best Ween shirt."