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Sounds like grandma. Feels like grandpa. What's warm? It's in my pocket.
The cloud of mystery surrounding Banjo J. Pussywhistle may never be dispersed. Formed in 1898 by fourteen toddlers in a nursery class, Banjo quickly rose to stardom amongst the hoity-toity types of the late eighteen hundreds. The children's parents, though, believed that they were staying out too late, and forced them to quit the band. After much whining, three temper tantrums, and one attempt to choke to death on a rattle, the toddlers parted ways. One hundred and twelve years later, those toddlers reunited. Two of them, anyway. What happened to the other twelve? No one knows, nor do we know what has transpired in the murky shroud of intrigue enveloping Banjo in the past century.
What we do know is that they are back, and worse than ever.
Banjo J. Pussywhistle is currently finishing its January 2011 album "Ride That Ass Like a Golden Show Pony", and have released five tracks ahead of the CD's release. Mmm, release. Creamy.
The group is also working on The Banjo J. Pussymovie, which will be shooting throughout the fall and will be released alongside the album.
Banjo likes long walks on the beach, holding hands, fine Rieslings, and rough anal sex.
Banjo's tracks can be listened to (and purchased soon) at www.soundclick.com/pussywhistle.
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