im in ur band

now i just quit, laterz

We already made our quota of fat dudes.

Any more fatties and we'll cause irrevocable damage to every building we play in.

it'll be like the movie disorderlies, times 7

Structural integrity is our prmary concern.

well joe's a welder, we can weld together some kind of steel monster stage attachment. we dont have any carpenters. we have an artist pffft. im sure he can draw us a stage to play on. im pretty much useless unless the monster stage needs video evidence. mike is a ninja. hmm. i guess i can fix the camera so it reduces 200 lbs off of us, so when the building collapses, killing everyone, they wont think it was the 6 skinny guys on the recovered video camera tapes' fault.

Oh, I was put on a diet. That means I'm not eating even a speck of food at Composted shows from now on. This probably means I'm fired.

who put you on a diet? hell i'm on a diet. ive been on a diet for a year now. we can throw salads around.

A doctor. And I'm tired of feeling like shit and being tired all the time.

i do some yoga. i'll admit it.

In a year Composted will resemble a group of Rawandan refugess with bleached skin. Except for Eliot.

we are the celebrity fit club of bands. we are the pseudo celebrity fit band

I enjoy cheese.

I've decided that my props in Composted will now only be condiments.

DONTCHA MEAN TOSS EACH OTHER'S SALADS OHHHH SHIT WIKKID GAY D00DZ

Just eat styrofoam peanuts.

Just eat nothing ever again.