Todd Jones here. Long story short, but "Dave" Trixie Collins and that weirdo Slender man/Sasquatch lovechild guy who plays drums with his feet from Weedeater once tried out to be the new rhythm section of NAILS. Had them boyos by the NAILS Abandoned Cadmium Mine Practice Facility near Hines Peak to prowl the sanguine killing fields with the primo primal pack. Everything was going swimmingly until about halfway through "Wide Open Wound," when I found Trixie collapsed on the floor, foaming at the mouth from a near-lethal combo of Publix knock-off Dimetapp and one liter of OSSIFIED PIONEER 190-proof bourbon. I then looked behind the kit and saw the sketchy stretch man organizing various teensie mammal skeletons in ascending order based on overall raw bone weight in ounces. Needless to say, no ripe, organic tissue was ever gonna get liquidated with those backwoods bozos playin' Deliverance on big poppa's dime, so... EAGLE VISIONS. HIDE. LATERED. They will never be one of us.
Todd Jones here. Long story short, but "Dave" Trixie Collins and that weirdo Slender man/Sasquatch lovechild guy who plays drums with his feet from Weedeater once tried out to be the new rhythm section of NAILS. Had them boyos by the NAILS Abandoned Cadmium Mine Practice Facility near Hines Peak to prowl the sanguine killing fields with the primo primal pack. Everything was going swimmingly until about halfway through "Wide Open Wound," when I found Trixie collapsed on the floor, foaming at the mouth from a near-lethal combo of Publix knock-off Dimetapp and one liter of OSSIFIED PIONEER 190-proof bourbon. I then looked behind the kit and saw the sketchy stretch man organizing various teensie mammal skeletons in ascending order based on overall raw bone weight in ounces. Needless to say, no ripe, organic tissue was ever gonna get liquidated with those backwoods bozos playin' Deliverance on big poppa's dime, so... EAGLE VISIONS. HIDE. LATERED. They will never be one of us.