Inspired by the movie Eulogy and sex

The title sequence just played over and over and over and over and over until we finally hit play.

Have you seen me?!?!?!?

Please see below...

Thee Musical Marinades present an epic tale (29 seconds) of woe and heartbreak. Come join us at the wake.

It’s a sad sad world when someone abducts your perfectly full Haffenreffer!! This song is about just that. The woes of stolen malt liquor.

Bou, I tip this 4D for you!!!!!

BM: Screams and guitar
DT: Drums

This is a must play game!!!

Ohhhh boy I’m addicted!!! I can’t stop burning the lives out of pedestrians and torching cars to explosions!!!!!!!!!!! Scream human scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Burn for me!!!!!!!!!! Become Crispy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is so much fun!!!! Gas Trucks explode Phenomenally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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The Day Death Moved Next Door

Ok check this weirdness out…

The death toll rises in my neighborhood
so close you can connect the dots.
Neighbor to neighbor,
our kind drop like flies,
in a line, single file.

In a month’s time…

Death one: Neighbor directly behind me loses her brother of 40 something. Cause of death, undisclosed.

Death Two: The neighbor directly right of me dies from old age at 85. I find out about her death while signing cremation papers for Zoë during our time of loss. The Funeral Home guy told me that our neighbor died because he did her funeral!!?? Weird right??!!

Death Three: Zoë died form some crazy random brain/head underdevelopment thing. I have no brain how come I survived?!?!?!

Death Four: The nighbor directly left of me son dies at 17!!!! Cardiac arrest!!! I find this out arriving home from Boston on Saturday when the neighbor to the right of me told me. We both joked that our town was destined for death.

4 deaths, 4 weeks, 1 month. What an average. Who dies next?
If death comes knocking and asks to borrow my weed whacker I am going to tell him no and see if he has any job openings!

One (of many) reasons why BM was banned from spoken word night!

User Friendly BM Here (Like you didn’t know)

Just wanted to say have a great weekend and or Holiday. What ever your pleasure, enjoy it to the fullest!! I am off for a spell but will return Monday with more hijinx.

watch for my monkey drowning in quicksand chlidren story series in fine retail stores near you!

Cheers

BM and Son at bath time!!!!

What is BM, the necessary movement? Inquiring minds want to know!!

"BM" are my initials which is also the acronym for a big hairy stinky shit!!! “The Necessary Movement”. All my words are my necessary movements as well as my dumps!! They may not be pretty or smell that great, but ohhhh what a relief it is once they are out!! You are all swimming in my sweet little toilet bowl and I love you all for it!!!! Thanx for taking proverbial dump/plunge with me!!!

got questions?

Feel free to inquire within.

A Slogan I wrote for Jordache Jeans

"We Love to see your ass in them"

Please send me money and hot tight designer Jeans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think my slogan alone will bring them back like crazzzzzzzzzy 8s

What drugs do you do?/My Green

Picture taken by GregGGG. R.
Modification by El Bastardo

This picture scares me and i hope it scares you. We should all be scared. I feel ill.

I would be a misanthrope if I didn’t have friends!!!!

A couple things…

Where is your green!?!?!?

Piss Off!!

You wouldn’t want to know. Ohh you want to know, ok.
Well I went to Mamouns yesterday and I ordered a hot steaming cup of Turkish coffee. Mmmmmm Like espresso but with an inch of grounds on the bottom of every cup. I consumed the liquid and grounds. Swishing the bits in my mouth like a dirty lake. Mmmmm I love a dirty lake, this morning (all who have had Turkish coffee before may relate) I took a crap. That crap was the Incredible Hulk green!! It was wonderful!! My homemade Leprechaun was flushed to the septic with the rest of the crap.

By this time the people who assault me with that stupid question walked away from me. Good choice.

Where is my Green!!!!?!?!? These are the same people with little magnetic ribbons all over their car stating “Save our troops” People who can only define themselves by Labels and colors. “Well you must not be a patriot because you don’t have a magnet saying so” IDIOTS!!! People actually think that weird shit!!!!! Some people can only define themselves by bumper stickers, Name brand specific, tagged labeled items, colors or whatever makes them feel they can ask you crap like “Where is your green?”
ArgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggHHHHH!!!

I have been here at work for 5 minutes and 3 people have asked me this. I don’t belong in public. I need to ne left under a bed. Yeah and also, shut up about green beer. My simple Philosophy about green beer is “If you can dye it green, it’s not real beer!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Go home and watch your American Idol and shut up!!! Stop with your questions to me!!!!

I would be a misanthrope if I didn’t have friends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you offended by this…. GOOD LEARN YOUR LESSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Stop picking on people who don’t wear green red blue orange on the appropriate day. If you happen to wear green on the appropriate day cool!!!! Leave me out of the club if need be!!!

P.s. Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

BM is an...

What High SchoolStereotype Are You?
Thought this was kinda fun!

Plus it had a Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy answer so it can’t be all that bad!?!?!?!

Let me know what you get!!! Please!!! Ok I am not gonna beg…ok well maybe this once…PLEASE!!!! Happy Sat day by the way!! Holy crap it's now 1 am and I have to wake up with Connor at 4 am!! (the time he wakes from his 20 minute slumber, boy has insomnia like his Popaganda)Wait I am not sleeping I can’t possibly wake up when I am not even sleeping? Am I sleep typing? Who has coffee!!?? Ohhhh you Insomnia!! How you play tricks on me!! You beat me every time like playing that unreal tournament game!! I always get sniped right through the head!!!

TELL ME WHAT YOUR STEROTYPE IS OR I WILL BUST SOME SERIOUS CAPS, even though I will die before u.

Hot potato!!!

Love,

BM

BLOG IS RUDE!!

I have spent all day trying to comment on everyones blog and it won't let me!!! Everyone have a great weekend!!!

Thee Musical Marinades official site!!

http://www.freespaces.com/tupper/

Thanx to Sir DT and his computer prowess. He put together this little thang (still under construction) to display our stuff. Stop on by, we offer free money, free food, free beer, and for the good looking, free hand jobs (condoms not included) Come now and download our wonderful song “Space Monkey” about well, you guessed it, a Monkey in space! How does that grab ya? Why not waste some time and click on the delicious steak!!!!???

*Note the free food, money, and beer are first come first serve, while supplies last. The hand jobs are always available.*

Thanx for you for your patronage!!

Sincerely,
Staff Marinade

Footnote: I am Fred. So when you see “Fred” that means BM. DT gave me this nickname over 10 years ago. Long story of love, garbage, and hand jobs.

Cheeks of Love!

BM's New Crush

The Musical Marinades do Mormon Songs.

One day a smart boy named DT had an epiphany. Not a holy man by any means, he told BM of his idea. BM Cried with amusement and said, “DT my friend I could fuck you” This is how it began with our Mormon cover songs. These songs are actual Mormon songs done Marinade style. We actually sat down and listened to the real Mormon song for inspiration. We were NOT inspired so we came up with our own version!! Bring on the “OX CART”

BM: Guitar and Screams
DT: Drums and Keyboard

stay tunned for more!!

P.M.S.
Sorry for the piss poor quality. The MP3 came form a cassette tape. Remember those?

Piss On Your Radio!!!

Tookie the sandblaster man,
had a dream,
he had a plan.
He wanted to own his own business,
and eat tons of red meat.
Large fat steaks,
steaming and tender.
He wanted Jacuzzis,
and long stretched cars.
Buy things, to show things,
until the things ownd him.

On the grand opening
of “Tookie’s Sandblasters Inc.
Tookie died.
He died in his Jacuzzi with a piece fillet mignon wedged in his throat.
He drowned while he choked.
The funeral home man,
drove him in a large black coach.

The moral of this story is nothing.
Who I am to teach morals?!?
I am a poor SOD who is too lazy and has no ambition to own his own business, but yet I want to be rich. I don’t even play the Lotto for Christ sakes. Talk about no plan!!! I am living on the edge and I am about to break!! God I hate that Fuckin band Lincoln Park!! I wish Chester would choke on a piece of steak and get hit by Tookie’s Motor Coach. Yes that's it!!! That can be the moral of the story...

Don't Listen to Lincoln Park.

Have you heard/seen of that bumper sticker "Kill Your TV"
well I am makining a new bumper Sticker!!! And it says,

Piss On Your Radio!!!!

The Musical Marinades dive head first into a slow waltZZ. Please huff some glue, chow on paste and inject caulk to truly get the fullnessnesssiseszzz

BM- Ramble babble
DT- Keyboard
Jed- I believe he finally passed out drunker then a drum stick on a tambourine.

For u Funky Fresh Freddie!!! Blaaaatoooouuuwwwwwwwwww!!!

Chrome Padded Cell

I have a been a Noisecore/Digital hardcore fan for sometime now. I wanted to pay homage to one of my Favorite Noisecore Dj’s. He is DJ Tron and I love him more then hot sauce!! This is my favorite CD by him “Chrome Padded Cell”
 

THANK YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

All I can say is “WOW” thank you all so much for your support, thoughts, and prayers. I have missed all of you. I hope to be posting random thoughts soon. I wrote over 16 pages of crud while hanging in a hospital for three days. I usually don’t post journal entries, but I think I might post a few because they are so depressing and fun.

I am doing ok and Kat is doing worse then I am. That is to be expected. Part of my torture was to watch her bare it all. Physical and Mental pain. She felt the full brunt of the experience and all I could do was watch, hold her hand and cry with her. Everyone is right in saying it’s for the best. It’s true in so many ways. Now we just have to learn to deal with what we experienced and fit it into our daily routine. The wounds will never heal. We just have to move on and deal proper. We already decided to try again in three months once Kat is healed. It’s appears we make better boys. Ours girls are sorta duds.

Thank you all again!! It was amazing coming back on line after 4 days and seeing all of your responses. This friggin blog thing is a great support system!! I will be back and Funky Fresh Freddie I promise to you I will post more songs can't let our biggest fan down... wait who is the the bigger fan, you, funky fesh freddie, or bookend? Well fight amongst yourselves.

Sharon (purplepyramid) are you back!?!? Miss ya!!!! Come hang out with us soon!!!!