Anyways…MFUJ is now 4. Whooo! Uh, yeah. Whatever. See you next time.
The semi-fictional chronicle of the greatest (or worst) band of our time. By our time I mean now. By now I mean the present. By the present I mean our time. You figure it out.
Mike's F'd Up Journey Sans Frontières
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
MFUJ reaches an unimportant anniversary; band members are underwhelmed by the lack of media buzz but say “celebratory cupcake was good while it lasted.”
Yes, the boys at Mike’s F’d Up Journey recently celebrated their fourth anniversary as the world’s worst fictional rock band. Due to budgetary restrictions, the celebration was largely scaled down from last year’s epic display of pure decadence. Yes, that party was legendary. It was a regular who’s who of rock royalty and you now it was a good party since almost everyone who attended was arrested for, let’s just say, having a good time, so good it’s banned in 48 states. Really? No. It just sounds better. Oh… This year, the four band members split a small vanilla cupcake four ways while the press focused on such unimportant stories like newspaper scandals and the war. Boring! Yes, times are tough for MFUJ. Um, you’re using the whole “yes, …” structure too much. Leave me alone. What’s wrong? I didn’t get any cupcake…what am I, chopped liver? Really? We’re resorting to old sitcom humor?
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