LA Jeff, who are apparently from fucking Massachusetts, submitted this ditty and I'm wondering how the fuck they got ahold of my diary.
This song, off their upcoming record Holidaze Inn, is how I feel every single fucking time I go out. Ever!
Me and Del and Lang all huddle in the corner putting out the vibe, with awkward abandon. Me, stirring my Jameson ginger ale way too aggressively. Del, sucking on the drawstrings of his Hood Internet hoodie, and Lang drawing dicks on his arm with a sharpie.
All this while Johnny fucking scores all the hotties, and Tom looks on disapprovingly.
This is like that bee girl video from Blind Melon, only the complete opposite. It's like about the kind of guy that would eventually pollenate that little bee girl's vagina in high school behind the PE lockers.
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
Love,
Brando