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Brandensbaked...The Id of a dude in upper left 'Merica. Trump hater! The creative force behind "American Supercell", a BIG DEAL in the Clover Valley music scene, played guitar in "Bonedawgs", "Banner Jump", and "Musclefuzz". Is proficient in all the manly arts, such as creating art, constructing useful things, mechanics, combat gardening, and respecting women. Possibly an immortal...Time will tell.

Sunday, October 09, 2011

Did I Mention…

While I was incarcerated, my many frienemies broke into my apartment and stole a bunch of my coolest shit. Now, a lesser man could have found himself so balled up, recovery would be impossible. But as I’ve stated many times, when life serves this mutherfucker lemons, I brew up some lemonade, bake some lemon squares and use the rest to strip the wax off of the floor.  Now, lest you all think I’m eerily Jesus-like, I will still kill a mutherfucker caught with any booty from the job, and would reward any tip leading to the execution of the shit-stains responsible for the theft of my beloved Jackson/Charvel model 7 with the color changing paint, pot leaf inlays, and  EMG 85 pickup in the tail position…Confucius say “He who laughs last laughs best” and he had his shit stolen a bunch of times.

Shawking!!!

Damn! Just when you think you should go pro, move to Vegas and pick NFL games for a living...Da Hawks flip the script and make fools of the fools who thought they did the thinking. Me? I've got hindsight like a hawk, especially when it comes to the Hawks. Word to your muther the Greek.I can't see the Hawks losing next week, take that to the bank. I am cleaner than a pre-scoped colon...So Frankie is parked in Boise, Idaho. Disposition unknown. I'd wager his butt is puckered tighter than a cun's nunt on Sunday. Brandensbaked prefers a little bit sunnier prediction. Of course, brandensbaked is comfortably free on the outs. Word to that shit. I'd like to take this time to put out a BOLO for one Ray "2Lo" Smick-Waterman. Holla if ya spot him. On second thought, I may be out of earshot. Drop a wigga an email. Good Day~

Saturday, October 01, 2011

Don't call it a comeback...

So me and Frank are mindin our own biness, right? Right. When some wascully fuzz comes creepin up the stairs, IN THE HOUSE, that we were painting. "Freeze dirt-bag!", would have been a cool thing to say, but these were no cool cops, no sirrrrrry, far from it. In fact, these was dirty cops. Hiding behind badges and uniforms and tasers. Lets see ya walk here naked and unarmed and try and arrest me. Yeah, that's what I thought. So me and Frankie been at the crossbars motel since August 18. I just got away Friday. Frank is still fighting the good fight. Valerie broke off 22. Now we're all clear. Except Frank. See come to find out, Frank isn't who he said he was. Mild mannered Frankie, the guy who waves "bunny ears hello", was actually a dangerous fugitive, living life on the lamb. So, Frank is gonna ride the chain to Idaho and face some hillbilly justice. Good luck Frank, and Godspeed. Peace and meat-wad fools~