Friday, August 03, 2007

Ideations of Doom

It finally happened, our pal and close personal friend Thee Orignoo Trouthole has left the building. Had a break, gone nuts, is cukoo for coco puffs, off the reservation, bonkers, daft, crazy or whatever. I've always suspected it now I know for sure, Thee Ass Hooked Whitey is mad.


Snap said...

He's been too busy hanging out wiff nerds.

I'd be mad, too, like the guy sitting next to him. But he looks smug and content, not mad.

Snap said...

By the way, answer yr goddam phone once in a while, whitey.

thee trouthole said...

do i have to hep this entire old timey blog to the joys of ambient drone metal? holy jesus, we hope not... hail sunn0)))