the best punk house EVER
Last night Ian threw up in a chip bag. Today we were cleaning up in the back yard and found it, full with a pint of liquid puke that looked like piss and smelled like puke. What were we going to do with that family-size Ruffles bag? We threw it behind the camaro, the one overgrown with blackberries, and it hit the window of house next door, splashing puke on the window. Good enough for me!
I am making a documentary about the Snakepit. It’s called, “the best punk house EVER.” Here is some advance footage. Take the $$ and run!!!!
welcome to the jungle
coming soon — camaro berry pie for all
our mini ramp is a slut
SLAYER PANTERA OH SNAP
it’s like the grudge but worse
classy dudes
classy ladies
we don’t have fleas, ringworm, or scabies… anymore. teamwork!!!
Count:
# of guitars
# of skateboards
# of amps
YES!!
couches rule too
indiana butterface + gor gor the horrible 4eva
take the $ and run
and then the rapture happened
the following is my favorite:
