Dead Confederate's WRECKING BLAHG

Evil My-Buddy loses his head in Columbus OH

Last night's show was a good time all around. That's the Whigs ripping a new one.

 

A lot of us had such a good time we drank in slight excess. That's a rubber glove on Juan's head.

So much fun in fact, we ended up playing wall-ball with Evil My-Buddy's head. That's Evil My-Buddy's head on The Whigs antenna at the end of the night.

This morning we couldn't figure out what to do about the destroyed Evil My-Buddy. A new wig for Hardy? 

Better yet, a pen and some duct tape should do the trick. Evil My-Buddy 2.0

Evil My-Buddy strikes again!

We decided to let Evil My-Buddy book a gig for us. He is a man of many talents and we thought it best to give him a chance. The gig he chose? A fraternity party in Columbia, SC. His reasoning? He wanted to make that paper. Little did we know, things would quickly sour beyond our imaginations. 

The stage where we were set to perform. Looks like something straight out of "Hee Haw."

Hardy fit right in.

No one came early for Electric Slide lessons.

Evil My-Buddy was so upset by this, he hung himself. How very Halloween of him.

In all seriousness, playing fraternity parties may sound lame. However, there is always that 15% of the guys in the fraternity that make it worth it. Usually they rock out harder than anyone ever does at our shows. These guys especially. They made a 90's era Seattle mosh pit look pitifully tame. Also, had we had a costume contest, I'm pretty sure Tyrone Biggums would have won.

On our way back to Athens we stopped for some late-night fast food in Augusta. Walker, saddened by the death of Evil My-Buddy, reverted to an infant state. Happy Halloween everybody!!! Don't forget to call a cab!

Evil My-Buddy shows up @ bonfire! Drunk!

... He wasn't invited, but this two foot tall demon terrorized the bonfire in Dahlonega where we all went camping this last weekend...
and the bastard drank all of our beer.