The Edgar Prais are shite. They'll turn up at your house at stupid times in the morning, drink all your fucking wine, eat all your fucking loaf and generally just abuse you. The drummers got a gambling problem, boy thinks he knows all about poker, and that twat Watson has a shite taste in music! And to top it all off, the bastards think that moaning cunt Oberst is talented. pfft. Listen to The Police, they were a real band. p.s. Jeid, get us a fry of cod from Scrabster, loon. Fruit Twist is for poofters. BackdoorSausageMerchants4Lyfexx