Dear Cerebral Ballzy,

We saw you in concert a few weeks ago, maybe less than a few. You might remember us. I’m the dude who told you to let the emo kids know that their hate their parent’s spiel was weak. My friend A. is the dude who jacked you in the face with a Jam in the Van cigarette lighter during your last song (sick shot). If you’re drawing a blank that’s ok, I get it.

So, first off, thanks for the show, it entertained, which is what you owed me for my thirty dollar ticket. Second, it seems that we both enjoy tacos from the same spot when we are on the East side of Los Angeles (see the photo from the restaurant shitter above). So it seems that you guys bite off of my style pretty, pretty, pretty hard… Cause, you know, I was a dirt-bag punk-ass long before you started hocking loogies, and well, now you’re eating where I eat.

However, since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and since I am obviously flattered, I want to show my appreciation by extending to you a once in a lifetime opportunity. I will look past the fact that you ruthlessly vandalized one of my favorite Mexican eateries. I will look past the fact that you haven’t “liked” our shit on Zuckerbook yet. I will even look past the fact that you don’t look like you shower on the often. I will bypass all of that, and allow you dirt-bags to come and thrash in our van. Get all spitty and stanky up in there (you break our shit we break your first born), and we make some punk rock/Jam Van magic.

What say you?

Twat at mah twitta yo, I’ll twat right back and we can go from there.

Link for the Day: Because jump suits with dragons and shit will never go out.

Track for the Day:  Drunk Girls, the Live Cut off of LCD’s Last Show Ever at MSG…  Track 2.