"Sure, I'll Help You Move"

Here's a little bit of wisdom that was passed down to me from our forefathers:

"Never, under any circumstances say the following:"



Famous last words: "Sure, I'll help you move."

It's a lesson you'll likely have to learn yourself (just ask The Works), but don't say I didn't warn you when you pull your hamstring trying to move your uncle's life-size replica of the Statue of David.

See, helping someone move entails lugging refrigerators, cleaning out old Taco Bell wrappers from Van-Go, and unearthing ancient dirty magazines, and at the end of the day the only thanks you get is a.... well, "thanks."



Lucky for The Works (don't drop the article), helping me move means getting to listen to me reminisce on ye goode olde days. This, of course, includes digging through my collection of all things pink. Yes, I, throughout middle school, had an obsession with the color pink because of the effect it had on all the rednecks at my school. (this same effect is what caused John Paul to become enamoured with The Wu Tang Clan (and other rap music with similarly obnoxious bass), and subsequently start his own car audio business: Smooth Sounds and Effects (which is still in business, though John Paul no longer operates it. They installed the cruise control on my father's Smart car last week).)

In any case, we dug up a particularly pink gem from my past:



That's right: Piglet ears. I wasn't entirely sure of what possessed me to purchase these, let alone keep them around for nearly a decade, but today I found out: forcibly placing them on the Works' head.

(actual facial expression... no photoshoppery)

... before dancing around with them on my own head.



Fierce, non?

Anyway once we finished sifting through my pink stuff, we came upon a stack of old We The Living designs. That's right. These are ancient, dating back to 2006, before we had even recorded Heights of the Heavens. We printed between 1 and about 20 of these shirts, so if you have one, wear it with great pride and distinction (despite the designs' obvious lack thereof).






Little known fact: the image on the pink ghost on the red shirt is a picture of me, age six. Truth.

Next I came upon a little test print out of a poster that never was:



And finally, I excavated this little doodle of... what's that... is that a... is that a....

BIG GHOST?!?!?

(the bottom of the images reads: "we the weebles")

And that concludes the WTL fossils uncovered today at Nashville. Join us next time when I look through The Works' toiletry bag when he's sleeping.