A Note From Shrub ...

      Hey groupies and weird middle aged child predators. It's me, Shrub–guitarist for MCM.

Percy's letting me give a little shout out to all my homie's out there (I'm sure there are a lot of Shrub fans) while he hunts down his little sister for writing on his blog. But to be honest Rudolph could outrun Percy any day and he won't be able to catch her. So he'll probably just put toothpaste in her Oreos or plastic wrap on her toilet.

     I've decided to answer some FAQ's (Frequently Asked Questions) you rocker-stalkers have been asking about the band. Or questions that I think are interesting, since not a lot of people ask about our band. 

Q: Who is Frank that is mentioned in a bunch of your songs?

A: Frank is my chinchilla and that little guy is sick nasty beast. Right now I'm trying to teach him how to jump through a ring of fire, but he's such a fat lard that just sits there eating his chicken wings.

Q: Do you like Roxie?

A: I think she has a big heart.

Q: So you think she's fat?

A: No! She's just muscled in areas ...

Q: Have you ever kissed her?

A: Accidentally.

Q: Accidentally?

A: I think she was my camp girl friend, LaShawkeeruh. It was an honest mistake. They were both wearing a white shirt.

Q: What's your fave MCM song?

A: Maybe Big Blue Whale, just because I have killer dance moves for it. 

Q: In your opinion, is the band going well?

A: Well we've been rockin' the garage stuff, that's fo' sho. But still it'd be sweet to finally preform somewhere that isn't a diner, you feel me? Like I was thinking we could egg a dentist's office or someplace where they have really high security, and as we get arrested we could sing and then our vocals would be heard on the local news. Then the music producer who just happens to by flipping by will hear us and give us a contract before we go to jail. Then we'll be released from jail early cause we're so attractive and talented and then we become famous. Twenty years later when we're burned out and have signed a contract to write half our songs about Mountain Dew, we'll have one final preformance in the very jail we were stuck in, that is before Gilbert gets shot (we all know that's going to happen some day). Then, once the band has broken up, I'll retire and start my own talk show and do occasional informercials for products like Snuggies and ShamWow! Then, when I'm on my death bed dying of the black plague, I'll whisper to my wives Tiffany and Selena (they'll be twins) that I love them, and tell them where I hid the gold bricks in our mansion. My dying breath will be "we're so hot we make ice look cold", and then I'll die.

IDK, it's just an idea.