Hey, Orca, you fat fuck, what about an update? Allright, it's been way too long so here we go: on saturday I witnessed yet another very fucked up
Titty Twister (or should I say a very fucked up Pollet?) show, not as fucked up as the previous show I saw by them but still a very nice mess. And still no real twistin' titties, I always feel cheated when those ugly dudes enter the stage (they must be the ugliest band I know personally and that's saying something if you ever saw
Hypnos or the
Flowers!). When they do their cd-presentation they better have some live-tits on stage with them or they can take their cd and shove it up their asses (I know for sure the Pollet wouldn't have a problem with that, he can take at least 10 cd's up that
crater he calls his ass). Other bands were also playing: a bunch of morons with a very pretentious name (yes, even more pretentious than Flowers for the Few!) that I don't even remember but the singer looked and sounded like
the gimp on his night out and the bassdude looked like he was in Franz Fucks Ferdinand and they covered Helmet (the band that perfected the stick up their ass sound) so needless to say they suuuuuuucked! Old farts Triptych still sounded as tight as the teenagepussy Orca enjoyed after the show (all that talk about Prince made me real horny).
On sunday I blew way too much cash on a big pile of shithot vinyl but I'll bother you with that later.