Hey.

Yeah, I wanted to talk to you before my shift starts. Catch you before practice tomorrow night.

Yeah.

It’s just–this is difficult to bring up, man.

No, no, it’s about the band, man.

I totally agree. I think our album is going to be fucking awesome, and I think going to well, but… Well.

I think we might need a new band name.

It’s just–I don’t want to start a fight or nothing but–

No, no, cause they came up with the name, and I’m just–I think it might alienate some people.

It’s just, some people, most chicks, man, mostly chicks–they might find–

…

…

Okay.

Do you see Cum Stained Panties in this store?

Here me out, okay? I got a fucking point.

I love our band. I think its awesome, but take a look round this store, man. There is no way a band called Cum Stained Panties would be sold in here.

Target will sell anything popular.

I am.

You wanna be fifty and working for fucking Target?

Think about it.

But if we keep going this way, we’re just going to keep building an audience for Cum Stained Panties, and its going to have a ceiling on it, man.

Dude.

We could be–we could be a little more sly about it, man. This is what I’m saying. Insulting, but still in a position where our band name is presenting an image that we aren’t, which is that we’re not for chicks.

Dude, have you seen our audience?

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Suicide.

This is my idea, man. I need you to support me on this, but yeah, this is my theory. I’m taking it to you first because I think you’ll understand more than Brad and Mick. Those two are smacked out of their mind half the time and they’re not the future of the bad.

Dude, lets be honest, if they don’t clean themselves up…

Look, I’m not saying get rid of them, I’m just saying we could change a little. Have a future that isn’t Target.

Celebrity suicide.

A lot of celebrities kill themselves. Pills, shotguns, cars, all that kinda shit. If we can tap into that feel, man, that energy that surrounds dead celebrities, we’ll be able to reach an audience that better suits us, and one that has a longer life span. I mean, what’s the one thing people go shit over? The lives of celebrities.

I thought you would.

Ready?

The Courtney Love Conspiracy.

Yeah, people say that his–

Don’t–don’t fucking say that, man.

Shit!

See, this is my point, you asshole.

Well, when we start looking for new work tomorrow, perhaps you can try children’s parties and branch out.

(The 12 Days of Christmas has entered Day Seven. Yesterday, Tansy said the entry was romantic. Hi, Tansy.)