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A demo tape ripe for the pickin'! Rare, a juicy track for the cornish and hoop! Found this in th' belly of the beast, Cuba!
“Interviewer: So what does your experience look like outside of Ween?” “Dave: Well, that’s a tough question actually, I actually was in a few smaller bands and one moderately sized one later on, the one I can recall best was The Cooper Brothers, they had this shindig in the early 90s, we played live in cowboy suits, it was a riot”
Today's our 83 Marriage Anniversary
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Never bet on horses at Lennon's haus. Oh god... I remember last time I fucking did. The Horse I bet on was set to race in a week. All of a sudden when I was visiting one time it had grew inordinately fat, then suddenly began to undergo loathsome changes which no one could explain over the course of the coming days. All the horses (except the one Yeehaw bet on, of course) had began growing grey and brittle and falling to pieces before they died, and their eyes and muzzles developed singular alterations. It was very inexplicable, for as far as I knew they had never been fed from tainted vegetation. Certain areas or sometimes the whole body would be uncannily shriveled or compressed, and atrocious collapses or disintegrations were common. In the last stages—and death was always the result—there would be a greying and turning brittle. There could be no question of poison, for all the cases occurred in his locked and undisturbed barn. No bites of prowling things could have brought the virus, for what live beast of earth can pass through solid obstacles? It must be only natural disease—yet what disease could wreak such results was beyond any mind’s guessing. When the race came there was not an animal surviving on the place, for the stock and poultry were dead and the dogs had run away. These dogs, three in number, had all vanished one night and were never heard of again... That boy aint right...
A demo tape ripe for the pickin'! Rare, a juicy track for the cornish and hoop! Found this in th' belly of the beast, Cuba!
“Interviewer: So what does your experience look like outside of Ween?” “Dave: Well, that’s a tough question actually, I actually was in a few smaller bands and one moderately sized one later on, the one I can recall best was The Cooper Brothers, they had this shindig in the early 90s, we played live in cowboy suits, it was a riot”
Today's our 83 Marriage Anniversary
We hope we ll get good wishes from all 50 states true fans
Never bet on horses at Lennon's haus. Oh god... I remember last time I fucking did. The Horse I bet on was set to race in a week. All of a sudden when I was visiting one time it had grew inordinately fat, then suddenly began to undergo loathsome changes which no one could explain over the course of the coming days. All the horses (except the one Yeehaw bet on, of course) had began growing grey and brittle and falling to pieces before they died, and their eyes and muzzles developed singular alterations. It was very inexplicable, for as far as I knew they had never been fed from tainted vegetation. Certain areas or sometimes the whole body would be uncannily shriveled or compressed, and atrocious collapses or disintegrations were common. In the last stages—and death was always the result—there would be a greying and turning brittle. There could be no question of poison, for all the cases occurred in his locked and undisturbed barn. No bites of prowling things could have brought the virus, for what live beast of earth can pass through solid obstacles? It must be only natural disease—yet what disease could wreak such results was beyond any mind’s guessing. When the race came there was not an animal surviving on the place, for the stock and poultry were dead and the dogs had run away. These dogs, three in number, had all vanished one night and were never heard of again... That boy aint right...
