Please vote for Honchie!

You may have heard of Honchie, or you may not have heard of Honchie. The fact is, Honchie is three things. 1) One of the greatest musical sensations of all time; 2) The cure for sars, bird flu, cancer and aids all rolled into one delicious audio pill; 3) The feeling you get when you just pulled a string of freshly lubed anal beads from their stinky cavern.

If you haven't experienced Honchie, you are missing out.

You know how if you stop smoking, you call it "giving up"? Well, the phrase "giving up" implies that you'll be missing it when it's gone, or that you're sacrificing something you enjoy, when in reality you're *gaining* a better life. The same applies to crack and hookers. When you say goodbye to that addiction, you're not losing out on anything at all, you're gaining more freedom.

IF YOU HAVE NOT EXPERIENCE HONCHIE, IT'S LIKE YOU ALREADY GAVE UP ON LIFE.

They're awesome. FUCKING awesome. And the world would be a shitty, shitty place without them.

Now, little bearcub o mine, here's where daddy Foss asks you to do something for him. See, Honchie, the honchster, honcheroonie, sweet little honchiekins have been asked to do the theme tune for the Mavericks during their playoffs. And they need YOUR help to get that song noticed. This is where you come in.

You place your sexy little hand on that keyboard and go to this internetspace:

http://www.texasgigs.com/news/2006/apr/04/vote-dallas-mavericks-playoff-song-contest/. When you're there, you can vote for honchie - they're the second one down. You can also listen to the song if you want, but I suggest you go and hook your ears into some of their more seasoned works aswell.

Their webnet interspace can be logged on to at www.honchie.com and you can download songs from there.

It's Thursday morning, I'm lying in bed with my laptop. I've torn myself away from the porn and written an entire fucking essay about a band, trying to drum up support. Surely, honeypuppy, surely you now see how amazing they must be?

Now go vote, do some fun, then come back, sit on my knee and tell me of your experiences.

I miss you already

Daddy Foss
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