–Scotty G. a certified deadman, forced from his home in Indiana by a semi-active police manhunt
–RomeeRoam, a security expert, specializing in explosives and unarmed-combat
have spent the better part of the decade traveling the world screaming punk on stale beer and twisted lies.
One day while camping deep in the Osarks,
–Smiles the Clown, an AWOL percussionist stage perfomer from a traveling Russian circus
stumbled upon them while in the midst of a six week peyote trip.
Together, Whiskey face continues to roam the country, wreaking havoc from town to town, dodging bills, and rocking all original music in the tradition of true DIY punk.
The game is finished, when the bottle is done. No throwing up is permitted.
Perhaps we should gather the family, to play a nice wholesome game of Whiskey face.
If you were a real man, you could take a gulp of that shit without making a whiskey face.
Look at that pussy freshman making a whiskey face, what a pathetic excuse for a college student.
(Person B passes)
(Person A takes an enormous gulp of whiskey to look hard, followed by a whiskey face)
Person B: Haha nice whiskey face faggot.