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Did you guys see the crazy photos I posted from the Zombie Rave yesterday?

Did you guys see the crazy photos I posted from the Zombie Rave yesterday?

4 bloody zombie boobs cause it’s the weekend bro.

4 bloody zombie boobs cause it’s the weekend bro.

I hope you are all spending the holidays with your friends, family and loved ones…

I hope you are all spending the holidays with your friends, family and loved ones…

It’s Friday. Here are some bloody boobs.

It’s Friday. Here are some bloody boobs.

Just another bloody ass…

Just another bloody ass…

Fight someone smaller than you.

Fight someone smaller than you.

You got knocked the fuck out man!

You got knocked the fuck out man!

Fucking Bullshit has practice today for the first time in about two months. Gotta get ready for our show at Hanks Saloon April 6th!

Fucking Bullshit has practice today for the first time in about two months. Gotta get ready for our show at Hanks Saloon April 6th!

I miss my band. I can’t wait till our next show on April 6th…

I miss my band. I can’t wait till our next show on April 6th…

I think I found my new OkCupid photo.

I think I found my new OkCupid photo.

My friend Tod gave Fucking Bullshit our first press kit worthy quote… not that we will ever have a press kit, but it’s a nice write up anyway:
F*cking Bullshit plays the hits (The Misfits, Minor Threat, Black Flag, etc), and expects you to sing along with them. Fist-pumping is encouraged, messing with the frontman is returned in kind, and like any punk cover band worth their salt, there’s a little blood-letting and not-so-subtle nod toward Mr. G.G. Allin. By the time I left, I was wearing spilled beer and spit from the frontman, but no bloodstains that I noticed (another good reason to wear black).

My friend Tod gave Fucking Bullshit our first press kit worthy quote… not that we will ever have a press kit, but it’s a nice write up anyway:

F*cking Bullshit plays the hits (The Misfits, Minor Threat, Black Flag, etc), and expects you to sing along with them. Fist-pumping is encouraged, messing with the frontman is returned in kind, and like any punk cover band worth their salt, there’s a little blood-letting and not-so-subtle nod toward Mr. G.G. Allin. By the time I left, I was wearing spilled beer and spit from the frontman, but no bloodstains that I noticed (another good reason to wear black).