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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Lafayette folk is crazy

Here are a couple of funny items we dug up.

I found one of Brian's old lists of things to do stuffed in the back of one of my old amps. Anyway, here's a glimpse into the neurotic life of Fruge in Lafayette. Surprisingly, illicit substances only make one appearance on the list (24: V's). I guess 22: Curious Goods (paraphenalia) counts. Maybe I just can't read his writing. Also, here's a Q&A about him that I made a long time ago called the Fruge FAQ. He's currently in France as a visiting chef by the way.

Scott had broken up with some girl, who then plastered USL campus with these flyers, I guess because she wanted him to write her. Scott's first stalker. Awww.

Some background on this one: Lester was a crazy vietnam-vet wannabe who lived behind my house on Lafayette St. He was the source of many an afternoon of pure entertainment. For example, I had built a halfpipe adjacent to his garage apartment with the deck going right up to his living room window. Anyway, I guess because he was ticked off about the noise, he would occasionally throw buckets of water out of the window at us while we were skating. In retaliation, we would later sneak up to the window, stick our heads all the way in his house and scream "fire in the hole" as loud as we could while he was masturbating to his "skin flicks" in the living room chair. He would then get up and flop around with his pants around his ankles while we pissed ourselves. Other highlights of the Lester days were finding "gifts" of opened packages of hamburger meat and half-used tubes of toothpaste behind my screen door, being accused of stealing his dentures, my parents visiting and seeing Lester pissing off the neighbor's porch and waving his dick at us, being called "Doogie" (he never could learn my real name), recording his phone conversations with other nutjobs (using my patented "spyphone") when he would use the phone at my house, etc.

That being said, he was also paranoid that asian CIA operatives were watching him and would search his apartment when he was away. (He thought they tied knots in the shoestring that he kept his keys on while he slept just to fuck with him.) He would ride his bike to Raccoon Records, the public library, and Pack and Paddle and harass the people there on a daily basis. So, we made this fake letter from CIA headquarters to a fictional operative, made a crappy xerox of it, beat it up a little, and left it near his door making it look like the agent dropped it on his way out. He seemed to get a little more paranoid and left us alone for a while, but really the results weren't as dramatic as we'd hoped.

Now, the grand finale: Scott, Brian Fruge, Corey Guidry, and friends were in a band called Toxic Youth around 1989 and played a show at Edgar Martin Middle School with the school's blessing. Apparently they played some Guns'n'Roses and Metallica covers and that got some Perry Sanders followers' panties in a wad. They went around the neighborhoods passing out this homemade pamphlet calling on parents to complain to the school board about Toxic Youth. As you can imagine, nothing could be better for a young band than having evangelists protesting you. It makes for some interesting reading. So I just want everyone to know that Schickenbutt endorses "mutilation of other humans and animals" and the "seperation and destruction of families." Also that he played "Knocking on Heaven Doors."


Blogger Lynn Nash said...

I remember a few of those things on brians list...this list was made around the time he went to Jamacia with Matt...when he returned he invited his parents and Urbosleeks over so he could unleash his new found hate for the God they love and quit the band...do you remember this Dennis...I think we made him eat a live worm that night...

12:29 PM  
Blogger schickenbutt said...

Hey, OK. I didn't really break up with her, because she lived in Covington and I never really considered us to be dating. I just stopped writing to her. That's all. And, yes.... I do endorse "mutilation of other humans and animals" and the "seperation and destruction of families."

7:29 PM  
Blogger Great Boudenny said...

I remember him (Frugler) being pretty cuckoo when he got back and telling his parents all kinds of crazy shit. His Mom was supportive of anything no matter how bizarre, but his Dad looked like he was about to pull his hair out. I felt bad because I found the whole scene to be pretty hilarious.

Schickenbooty, it made a better story when I thought she was stalking you. Are you sure it wasn't something more like this: you hooked up with her in Ms. Ventris's office after the Toxic Youth show at Edgar Martin, then told her in the morning that it could never work out because you were already married to the band? Or to Satan. That would be hella interesting. By the way, your music has no moral, social, or educational values and can only harm my children.

8:36 PM  
Blogger delshaz said...

i was at the edgar martin show. me and george blake skipped last class at acadiana to jump into his vw p.o.s. and putted over there... i thought it was a great show, even if satan didn't come down and smite all the little kids...

1:46 PM  
Blogger Great Boudenny said...

That's the problem with bands today. They claim to be immoral heathens, but they can't deliver. I never saw a single demon appear at any Toxic Youth show. What a ripoff. Where's Dio when you need him?

1:55 PM  
Blogger schickenbutt said...

Well Boudenny, an even better story would be if I had squanked Ms. Ventris on the roof of the Edgar Martin gym after the Toxic Youth show and shoved numerous hacky sacks down her throat so she couldn't tell the kiddies to "Shut up!" while they're eating in the cafeteria. Then Ms. Ventris would've put up some flyers about me.

Delshaz, I remember you and George coming to that show. I'm sure your presence added to the torment of those poor honor students.

2:15 PM  
Anonymous Dege said...

That CIA-following, Vietnam Lazy Lester shit is off the chain! Fucking hilarious.


2:03 PM  
Blogger Great Boudenny said...

I wish I could find the tape with Lester's phone calls on it. One of them was him and some other psycho discussing which nationality had the best pussy. Even though neither of them had seen a real life vagina in like 20 years.

9:07 AM  

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