I Blame Society

Well that was 300 million dollars well spent.

I’ve been sitting here and thinking about all the things I could buy with 300 million dollars. I’ve always wanted a solid gold urinal. I just like the idea of pissing on something very expensive. With 300 million dollars I could buy probably buy a small country and become king. Or at the very least the dcb could buy some half-decent wigs. Or, we could just spend 300 million dollars on no change whatsoever. I suppose that's always a viable option.

I have to say that The Disguting, Filthy, Dirty Cock Show surpassed all of our expectations. We kinda figured that a few depraved souls might show up on a late Friday night, ready to witness the worst that the dcb could shit out, but we hardly expected THIS. And you liked it! You really, really liked it! Thanks once again to all for coming out and supporting us in this experiment, we'll be sure to try this again one of these days. It's nice to know we're not the only ones who like our humour this filthy.

So what's next? Looks like it'll be our (semi)Annual Xmas show. Matt loves this one, even though technically he's 1/2 Muslim and 1/2 Klingon, he still seems to have a soft spot for little baby Jebus. Maybe it's the fact that he's written about 37 sketches that we can only perform at one time of the year. At any rate, we're hard at work on the next show, and we'll fire some details at ya when we gots some details to be fired.

Rock out with your cock out,

Kyle

Jimmys questionable taste.

Blog, blog, blog. So were beating our asses silly while getting ready for the Disgusting filthy dirty cock show, we've discovered some new levels of dirty and dirty. Sketches we already thought were bad enough have been made worse. I hope you mothers are ready for this. Its gonna be a late night barn burner at Mainline theatre (3997 st. Laurent blvd, 11pm). Oh and by the by its $7 in advance and 10$ at the door, not 12$ like it says in the Mainline e-mail. Oh and speaking of Mainline, the cocks are in and we'll be returning to the fringe in 2009.

So I want to start making some DCB merchandise, for the few proud and foolhardy fans to wear. I've already put out the idea of 'DCB cockrings' but the crew kinda shot that one down. Some lame excuse about it being to expensive to get our faces worked into the metal. Seriously how about tee-shirts? Would people buy them? I'd like to get some response to this idea, here on ye-old blog if I could.

So the boys like to pick on me for my obvious written communication problems. Just cause I spelled the word Ninja wrong a few times. So I hope they won't get mad at me for posting here, without sending it through them first. Kinda like a coherency filter.

Illness

The good news is that my assbruise is nearly gone.
The bad news is that the dancing cock brothers are ill.

Matt's got some a cold or something. He's been dizzy and fevery and generally under the weather.
Jim, as we all know has got sort of brain disease
Adam is sick of working for a living.
And I have a terminal case of both the boogie-woogie fever and the rock 'n' roll flu.

Seriously.

It's been nothing but Rush and Blue Oyster Cult and Styx and Supertramp for me and I must admit, it's taken it's toll. I may never recover.

You are most assuredly missing out if you've never heard Cygnus X-1 (Books I & II). Listen to them back to back, you'll feel like you're travelling to far away black holes.

While you're at it, you should also listen to Blue Oyster Cult's "Astronomy". It's about aliens called 'Les Invisibles' taking some dude named Desdenova back to the 19th century so he can dream the dream of history until eventually he causes World War I. I shit you not, it puts the absurd storyline of Come Sail Away to shame. Moreover it is frigging amazing.

We've also been working on the new show....here and there. You'll like it, we've got Australians in this one.

Kyle

Test Blog & The Pain of the Inclined Plane.

What's the layman's term for tech un-saavy? Tech Retarded?

We've always been a bit tech retarded here at dcb HQ. But we're learning goddammit. And hopefully this is the next step. An actual blog. An actual blog as opposed to that other thing that we had that we called a blog.

Now we can join the ranks of other famous bloggers like......uh....... Perez Hilton? Is he a blogger? Let's say he is. Tell us if we're wrong, you should be able to respond with comments and the like...I'm given to understand that's how blogs work.

Jesus Christ, I'm nearly 30. I'm so out of touch with what the "kids" are into these days. Still tho, we're not nearly as old as Alberta's own "Obscene But Not Heard" and at least 75% as funny. I think they may have a blog too. *sigh*

On an unrelated note, I fell down the stairs again yesterday. I'm getting really good at this. Not only the falling down part, but also learning how to fall properly in order to minimize both injury and pain. I managed to get out of this one with only a bit of flayed skin on my left forearm, and a small tear in my shirt. But make no mistake, THIS IS HOW I WILL DIE. At the age of like..... 97.

Well, as I said, we'll try and get this all hooked up to our website so you're just a click away from reading our innane and often sexy thoughts. And the way I sees it, if you're reading this now, then we must have succeeded. Hooray for us.

Kyle