During the eigh­teenth cen­tury, laws had to be brought in to curb the see­mingly insa­tia­ble appe­tite for gin amongst the poor. Their annual intake was as much as five million gallons.
This was before the inven­tion of cot­ton candy fla­vo­red gin. Mmmm. Cot­ton candy!

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There’s fewer more inte­res­ting things to brains­torm than band names. Here’s a list of a few of mine that I’ve come up with through the years.
The New Auda­cious Turd­let­tes
Afgha­nis­tan Banana Stand
The Ama­zing Arma­dil­dos
Ben Wa and the Blue Balls
Brady Bunch Lawn­mo­wer Mas­sacre
Crappy the Clown and the Punch Drunk Mon­kies
The Don Knotts Expe­rience
Evil Wei­ner
Gee That’s A Large Beetle I Won­der If It’s Poi­so­nous
Heavy Vege­ta­ble
The Her­maph­ro­dad­dies
Hollow Cho­co­late Bun­nies of Death
Jehovah’s Wit­ness Pro­tec­tion Pro­gram
JFKFC
Naked Potato
Zoogz Rift and His Ama­zing Sh*theads
The Undor­ka­bles
The Bour­bon Taber­nacle Choir
Hell Camino
Poultry in Motion
Smor­gas­borg­nine
Chubby Cle­tus and the Barf­to­nes
Hum­pels­tilts­kin
Angry Toe
The Papa Smurf Jazz Quar­tet
Cat Flute
FudgeKnuckle

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If ever­yone deman­ded peace ins­tead of another tele­vi­sion set, then there’d be peace.
–John Lennon

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