They say drummers are dumb, I once asked Mark how to spell "Mississippi". He said, "the river or the state?". Once I caught Mark staring at a frozen juice can? Because it said, "Concentrate".
Chuck, Lionel Richie wants his hair back! Mark, looks like a sailor in diguise. Bob, the bus stop is down the street to the left! The other guy is George White, who has been holding that damn pole up since 1979!
Chuck's trying to look young but he looks like the bobble-head's brother! He's so old, they discontinued his blood type!
Play that funky music ya flat nose bastard ya!
We put the U and Y in UGLY!
Pin the toupee on the bald guy!
What the frigin frig is this fringin picture about!
We put our the band's name on the bass drum so Chuck remembers the name of the band. Still has problems remembering where we're playing!
Leftovers from the Musicology garage sale.
Honey I shrunk the drummer!
Tony's no spring chicken , a friend complimented him on his new alligator shoes but Tony was barefoot.
Bob can't see the frigin strings. He's so old, his sweetie recently said, "Let's go upstairs and make love" and Bob answered, "Pick one, I can't do both!"
Mark's custom DW drums. DW = Dim Wit!
The Shroud of Tenor!
Bob was mad at me in this picture because I turned one of his tuning pegs and wouldn't tell him which one!
Isn't that Joe the pizza guy from the Italianlookinbastard Pizzaria?