Wednesday, April 26, 2006

foul-mouthed, campy, & british...what's not to like?

"I like my eggs like I like my women -
Over easy, with a sausage in 'em"

"I can only think of sex when I try and write.
…I’ve got writers cock."

"I pluck my eyebrows in his name. I cook up with his finest candles.
But, I fail to see how a principled man could ever wear those fuckin' sandals."

- handbags at dawn

go download their 2 eps. you'll thank/hate me for it later.


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