Once had a dream that music would no longer suck big nuts. After scratching at the head for a few years, the boys decided that there weren't enough room for 'the both of us!' In so tackling the cock-sucking music giant. Swimming numeral laps, doing mad crunches and mathematical equations they realized they may have a stab at this whole rock&roll motherfucker. They hired a of course nutrionalist, a liberal of course, that went by Sandy, and the rest was history. Sounds began to tighten and the boys cleaned it up real purrty. They had style, charisma, and huge balls, seven of them, but what they didn't know -almost cost them their lives. They developed this wild range of tones and went with the name 'Plan J,' J was for Jesus of course. The boys experimented with sounds and tantric meditation, releasing in ways never thought imaginable. They would soon discover the glamour that was to come as; long nights, disco clubs, fast cars, prostitutes, and such........made way into Plan J's lives........................and their pockets. Their music was questionable. Their balls were huge. And their fans were fuckin rock&roll. If it weren't for those who supported them, Plan J would be; homeless, fucked up on crack, possibly DEAD. But lucky for those cats, people love odd number'o nut and mediokre music. And so the chaos continues. The boys always reffered to it as a 'structured sub-sonic rock your banana boat to a funk-a-groove grungesque sex type thing' But that's a lot, so I like to call it very 'musical' Thank you, please support 'musical' things.... that don't suck balls
Max Veselov 27 settembre 2005 04:25
