They said it couldn’t be done…and so far we haven’t done it. But soooooooon! Yes, we will be premiering our new song, The Way I Do, right here on the Don’t Tell Betsy blogsite in less than 24 hours. (give or take) Get your hankies out ladies and germs, cause it’s a sad one. But, as consolation, we are offering one last round of laughs before we break your hearts. So here are some brand new pics of our recording sessions, expertly captioned by a sweatshop full of professional comedy writers.
Ellis and Big D. both spot a month old M & M in the carpet. This can only end in blood.
“It wasn’t an M & M. It was an old Teddy Bear’s eyeball.”
Kevin shows the band how he would walk down the runway, if he were on America’s Next Top Model.
Every time Carissa sneezes, all the dogs in the neighborhood stop mating.
Once, on a bender, Big D. attacked an entire busload of Japanese tourists that he mistook for Lilliputians.
“Idea: New names for band. How about Gramps with Amps or Grandpas with Guitars?”
When Kevin runs short of pot money, he routinely sells up to 6 pints of his blood.
“Maybe if I sit here and look as gay as possible, she won’t notice I’m staring down her top.”
“Ewwww gross! I knew those fuckers were staring down my top again. I just found a contact lens in my bra."
“Craig’s List. Singer available. Looking for bandmates who don’t just like, totally creep me out the whole fucking time I’m with them.”
“Rats! I guess I’m going to have to wear these glasses till I find my other contact lens.”
Absolutely nobody interrupts Ellis when he’s daydreaming about the tender white underbellies of penguins.
“Nope, I don’t see anything here about taking Viagra making your fingers go all stiff.