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Heeeeeeere Are The Bio's!
| Holy Flying breast implants Batman |
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| This is G-Funk Wise |
Well I'm Graham, but you can call me G-funk,
G-Spot, G-String, or just that kid from that shitty band. Yah know the one, that crap one....? Never mind. But yea! I play
the drum-type thingers for the band; The things you hit, ya know? Well, that's what I play, so back off!
Well, I'm 16, in grade 11, I like sitting,
sleeping, butterflies, teddy bears, flowers, life, fire, roadkill Barbies, Bob Dole, and taking a nice long pee. Ahh...
I'm an actor in my spare time; Well, I
would highly doubt that the dripple that comes outta my mouth is acting. I would call it blood, and stomache acid,
and rainbows.
Everyone should watch the movie Fight Club
because it is one of the smartest, most interesting movies ever made. It is just F***in outstanding, so go watch it- And while
your at it, grab a sandwich. Hmm, how did people come up with a sandwich? It's not made out of sand, unless it's a sand sandwich.
If it is, you're wierd and you should go bash your head off of a coffee table. ...Fuck, I'm stupid, go away now. I'm going
to my corner.
Now go...
| This Matt Stalin |
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| EHH! StaliN! |
Little Matt!
Hey, I'm tiny Matt. I miss my dad. That's
not rad. I feel bad, it's making me mad. I am a kitty, my life is shitty... Just a little taste of things to come...
Haha, random sex joke..... I like guitar. One day I want to drive a car. Peeps is dumb... Sydney sucks and has a
small butt; Or shall I say no butt, cause I wear the pants in the band... I wear the pants... The pants that
show off my butt, cause it's huge and bootylicious, if you don't mind my saying so. If any of you disagree, you can kiss
it. Kiss my shiny metal ghetto booty. Espesially you, Sydney Doinitz. Hey Luke, you make me wanna puke. I can
play the trombone- That makes me a trom.......................BONER! Hahahaha.... eat that... My boner that is, Small Butt
Sydney Doing Its. Well, that's my bio, drink my urine if you don't like it, cause I rule you... Suck it dry... fool !
| This here would be Syd |
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| She's the coolest cat we know |
Syd's Bio!
I
taste like zippers! MMMMM. Zippers. Ever tasted a zipper? Its like... zippers. A little bit of heaven. In zipper form. Yum.
So in other words, I am like heaven. In zipper form. What more can I say?
Peeps told me I needed to change my picture, because I looked incredibly
ugly... The jerk. Soo, I took this nice, pretty one! Pretty, eh Peeps? Hmm?
Steward of
heavenly grooves, assistant to blazing slap and squire to the funk fingerstylists of the world, he is always the bridesmaid,
and never the bride. The man of a thousand names, Peeps McGraw has spent many a day holed away from the scary, pollen-filled
outside world with its terrifying big yellow...thing in his room sometimes playing bass. Well...very occasionally.
Rarely venturing outside except for school (and NEVER
without his tinted bubble), little is known about this mysterious side-kick avenger or the rash on his arm, but if you want
more information, then come see him with the rest of Stalin and the Rainbows in coming shows and practices and whatnot!
-This notice has been brought to you by Boobess Space Command.
All right, now HERE is the reason why we have any fans at all.
Babe-magnet Luke. He's a hella good guitar player, and is an incredible song writer. ... Yeah. If he'd write his own bio, I
bet there'd be more to say... Luke? Luuuuke? Uh... He'll be here soon. Just wait.
... Suckers...
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