Todd Jones here. Little known fact, but whenever NAILS are off-cycle, meaning, they aren't out for gingerly strolls and lollygags through various pristine, milquetoast, suburban neighborhoods, wearing nothing but black sweatsuits and white kabuki masks, razor-sharp kukris dangling and ready to mix-it-up when the gentle curl of a blood musk enters the olfactory centers of our brains, igniting pure furor and Id glorification no matter the collateral damage... Anyway! Whenever the boyos are kickin' back, your mans follows Voivod around the country in my '81 Renault Fuego. I even set up shop in the parking lot a la them Phish boyz, but instead of 1-for-3, 2-for-5 grilled cheeses, I offer a 1-for-1: you bring me a stony-iron meteorite from the moon Callisto and I give you a celestial blade that I used to unceremoniously unseat TCHOTCHAL THE UNCLEAN from his position of power in Dimension V. To this day, no one's taken your mans up on this offer. Soon... soon... They will never be one of us.
Todd Jones here. Little known fact, but whenever NAILS are off-cycle, meaning, they aren't out for gingerly strolls and lollygags through various pristine, milquetoast, suburban neighborhoods, wearing nothing but black sweatsuits and white kabuki masks, razor-sharp kukris dangling and ready to mix-it-up when the gentle curl of a blood musk enters the olfactory centers of our brains, igniting pure furor and Id glorification no matter the collateral damage... Anyway! Whenever the boyos are kickin' back, your mans follows Voivod around the country in my '81 Renault Fuego. I even set up shop in the parking lot a la them Phish boyz, but instead of 1-for-3, 2-for-5 grilled cheeses, I offer a 1-for-1: you bring me a stony-iron meteorite from the moon Callisto and I give you a celestial blade that I used to unceremoniously unseat TCHOTCHAL THE UNCLEAN from his position of power in Dimension V. To this day, no one's taken your mans up on this offer. Soon... soon... They will never be one of us.