Tonight Shabby Roads Studios will be buzzing with the deafening sound of rock and roll magic. Yes, Don’t Tell Betsy is back at it and going deaf had never felt so good. Here are some riveting pics from our last session. Avert your cowardly eyes if you can’t take raw creativity at its most primal as it bubbles and explodes from the volcano of really good. Be prepared! This song is headed straight for you at the speed of massive rock.
Carissa tells the band, that when she first came to California, she made a living performing prostate exams on the L.A. Lakers.
Big D. always gets a little peckish when he smells the blood of an Englishman.
It took many months of intensive and expensive peripheral vision re-training but both Darrell and Ellis can now appear to be looking directly forwards but they’re really staring at Carissa’s ass.
“Fuck, I can’t remember where I left my teeth?”
“Owww! Something in my purse just bit me.”
Things are going well till Darrell espies something he’s never been able to sing…Musical notes.
Nothing cracks Big D. up more than being shitfaced drunk at 8:30 in the morning.
Kevin is in trouble. He’s overdosed on his Viagra and his fist is trying to mate with his face.
“Ellis, you’re tripping again. There aren’t any brain eating leprechauns living inside your headphones. Just put them on.”
The boys put together a sophisticated pastry tribute to their lead singer.
Carissa continues to collect vital and conclusive evidence in her massive sexual harassment suit.
Kevin celebrates doing a number five. That’s two 2’s and a 1.
After five killer spliffs, the boys take rip off their clothes and perform “The Lifecycle of the Earth Worm” to a recording of “Thus Spoke Zarathustra”.
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