In like 20 years when somebody asks you what you were doing on the day that the greatest band ever had its first rehersal.... you gotta know.... having said that I am in such a rush today making plans and shit that I don't have lotsa words..... hmmmm maybe

I am the Bull?

Maybe you've noticed that Lurch has been a tad distracted of late... you didn't oh well screw you cos I have... I have been busy re-forming my band -- Rock on -- with some personnel changes -- which is a good thing because as everybody knows re-formation and personnel changes mean -- renaming, its tradition or an old charter or something. We were all sitting around drinking beer tryna decide where to play.. how much to charge... who gets to catch the really large panties etc and so forth as one does. And somewhere between the discussion around which re-hab center has the hottest nurses and exactly what political message we are going to pretend to support the question of band name popped up and the first thing that came into my head was the vixen Pud. So I said lets call the band PUDWHIPPER.... and the guys said yeah that sounds cool what does it mean? and I told them... and then I sent email to Pud to get her blessing of course and so here is our first poster:

I was studying this weekend.... no really, studying with books and all. And on one of my masturbation breaks... well shortly there after to be sure, I had a wee chat with my dog, as one does, and he asked me as he chewed on a shoe in a meditative kind of way:

 "why don't they make cat flavour dog food?"

Mr Broken was so stoked that I got a camera that he was actually moved enough to request that I gleem some of the street common or garden porn for him..... Homey dont play that boy.... the nudes go onto my HNT blog over -----> here mmmmm kay?

but just to keep you jonesing son:

Betcha can't guess who this is.....