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Monday, February 13, 2006

Hall of Douchebags, here comes Trotsky Loves Mao

I spent about five hours on Sunday playing guitar with some friends until my fingers bled. No, seriously, I haven't played guitar that hard in a long time and my fingertips still ache.

Meet Trotsky Loves Mao, our three piece that should be playing at a shithole near you soon (read: Velvet Lounge). No, just kidding. Our only purpose is to have our photograph show up in the Hall of Douchebags some day. Now that's a bigger accomplishment than getting a gig at Velvet Douchelounge. At least if our picture gets posted to The Hall, we'll be seen by more than just a bartender and whatever friends we managed to drag out on a Tuesday night. Now all we need is a brick wall or some railroad tracks to pose in front of ...

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The we-love-each-other pose.


Come on, Faye, we can't be cool if someone is drunkenly smiling.


That's it, Derek. That's the face we want.


Hall of Douchebags, here we come!
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Not to disappoint you, but you guys have a ways to go before you make it to The Hall. A brick wall might help or maybe the long hair-goatee combo. That seems popular. When in doubt, pull out the plastic pants.
 
Actually, Derek, I think the beer WAS mine, that is, until you polished it (and all the others) off while I wasn't looking!!
 
Not good enough for The Hall? That qualifies us for Twat Waffle status. Yikes.
 
Faye is very trendy there with the arm band fresh from tennis look.

The indie rock kids will love it.
 
Faye is very trendy there with the arm band fresh from tennis look.

The indie rock kids will love it.
 
Playfulindc,

That's a Pittsburgh Steelers armband. Shes from there.
 
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