Creepy Charlie a.k.a. Elsie: Last seen wearing
khakis, a polo shirt & cell phone heading toward a Scientology
meeting and murmuring something about, "Getting my life together..."
Irv: aka Rev. CackleBreath
-or- Rev F.I.T.M. (fucked in the mouth), skullet. Died inhaling
his own breath while sleeping in a trailer closet after jacking
off secretly to his view of Count Jabula eating cookies in bed.
The Mysterious Jim: He
was a quiet boy. Despite his years ruling the dark underbelly
of the universe that is hell Jim threw his back out rocking like
only a manequin from Sears can. After that fatal setback the band
found it increasingly hard to coax him out of his smokey abode
with Barqs and ciggies. One day he just slipped away.
Update: The
Mysterious Jim has been a contributing player on the up coming
album. Jim's appearance has been marked by dizziness in other
members, a sulphur-like smell & a temporary case of priapism.
Wykkyd
Wayne: Once a rocker,
Wykkyd's onstage antics dissolved down to boxers and ass scratching
between swigs of free beer. One day there was just a funny smell
and no WW. Rumor has it he's now a part of Big Lar's financial
department. Jabula suspects he was a plant all along to keep an
eye on the $12.95 he was given toward supplies for the band.
Justina: It started as a stage costume and became much,
much more. "Justina" was once Justin but discovered
through his stage presence the true essence of his person. Justina
was pure tranny. Last seen thumbing a ride to Portland, Justina
disappeared completely with nothing but a staple gun to defend
himself. Various "Justina Does The Jacksons" series
videos have been spotted but the low quality footage won't give
the detail necessary for proper identification.
Rev. Beej:
Once an obsessed member of the Human Aftertaste, Beej slipped
into a "young pussy" induced coma and returned to us
undead when "things didn't work out." We didn't know
for quite a while that Beej was, in fact, undead. When all you
wear is black a sickly pallor becomes the standard. It's the flesh
eating that eventually gave it away. HEY THAT'S NOT HARDEE'S!
Update:
Rev. Beej has mysteriously disappeared but has been "replaced"
by his long lost Cousin Irv. Irv looks and plays a lot like the
Rev. but he comes with a sweet, sweet skullet an none of that
Goff-Hick bullshit.
Count Jabula:
Recently staged an escape in the form of a lengthy e-mail to band
members who have something called the "internet" in
their very own homes. This attempt was foiled by an intervention
resulting in every conceivable use of a flaccid black cock. The
Count quickly found someone receive the butt of his erratic flaming
e-mails: gothHackers, dark dancers, pretentious assmasters &
other vinyl clad wrongdoers.