Who cut your hair? Helen Keller?

Alcester did not prove itself wrong. It proudly fit the small-town stereotype like O.J. fit into his black gloves. Kind of, but not really. A whole town sat in the back while we cranked out hit after bloody hit. Back to the Future flashbacks. Remember Michael J. Fox rockin balls to that confused crowd? Yes. Or, Spinal Tap, when they play for the military dance? Indeed. One could overhear one positive Poo, or The Light, as he is sometimes known, denouncing rock as religion and giving up the drugs and girls for a more fulfilling life in the convent. I, for two, do not blame him one iota, in fact, I helped him pack. Sleepeater, as we know it friends, is on hiatus for a time none dare to speak about. Don't yell at me, it's not my fault. Blame the economy. Blame Bush Jr. Blame molesters in Alcester. Blame smelly rear axles. Blame Jack Lazer for his never-ending pessimism. How can a group a fellas keep it together with all the nay-saying?
On that positive note, Sleepeater heads into the Cathouse to lay down some tracks this weekend. What do you want to hear recorded? We are taking requests. If you don't know the name of a song, just hum it to me. Current Songs On The Chopping Block:
-The Ghost Song Part II
-With A Sharp Look
-I'm On The Side Of A God Who Dresses In Red
-The Song Hippies Would Dance Around To If They Weren't So Damn Retarded
-The Vercificator
-The Song Danny Wrote That We Never Got Around To Naming
-The Song Zach Wrote That We Never Got Around To Naming
-Hurry Me Into A Well-Maintained Plot
-The Song So New We Haven't Even Finished Writing It Let Alone Naming The Thing

Can You Smellalalalalowwwww, what the D, is cookin?
I doubt it. cause I don't cook that often. I don't believe in cooking something that takes longer to make than it does to eat. It makes no sense. If the gloves do not fit, then you must acquit. It's the Chewbacca theory.