Got Milk?

[cowcock]

Is Lax C dead?
Because I saw a zombie in shorts!!!!! and a die yuppie scum t-shirt
that looked alot like him.
I thought creatures of the night only drank blood......but milk?
MMMOOOOOOOOO!!!

[Lax Charisma]

;D...Ha! Ha!
Busted me hey cowcock. Strange tale actually.
Had a gig on Saturday with the Traces Of Nut and Dropping Honey boys (where were you ya milk making, paddock shitting cunt ).
Happy with everyones performance all round members of Dropping Honey (who will remain nameless to protect the guilty) decided that a table full of tequila shots was what was neccessary for all band members to indulge at this point....Well I can remember downing at least 10 of them and I remember the girl at the bar shaking her head when we continued after the lemons ran out and then we somehow got in cars and went to Malkmus house.

Now this part of the story is a sensitive topic for me at the moment. I've just gotten a beer from the fridge, I'm trying to stand up I've had a drunken fallover on footpath "I love your band man. No I love your band man. No..I can't get off the footpath man" kind of talk with nameless Dropping Honey crew and then an overzealous, oversexed, pissed girly takes Lax Charisma and confiscates beer (which was most upsetting) and leads him to loungeroom locks the door and....

Well I'm glad Malkmus became the house cop and pounded on door demanding answers because I needed salvation from this thing which I wasn't interested in. Unfortunately there was a moment of ugliness when I was sent home with girly because I was most definetly lacking Charisma but reliable eyewitnesses informed Lax he was allowed to stay and girly had to leave and Lax got over his trauma with much more alcohol and cones....

Well then, Lax wakes up in the toolshed at ungodly hour with bong in one hand and beer in the other. His partner in crime the drumpig extraordinare Counsel Chambers is found by the lovely Lisa hugging the lawnmower in the next room and is taken home. Counsel is gone when Lax arises from graveyard and realises his house keys are in gig bag in Cousel Cambers car and he can't find him for three days.

Have you ever smelt a human wearing PVC for three days. It smells worse than cowshit. Luckily after heading north (near your paddock actually) a pair of shorts was donated for the good of the local community and with no trace of Charisma left Lax believing himself to be pregnant had an insatiable appetite for fried chicken (extra greasy) and chocolate milk. That has all been put behind now until next time. No booze for the rest of this week I'm still in shock...yeah right there is no turning back.

Hope ya all like this sad and sorry tale