G. G. Allin is my new best friend. Too bad he’s dead.

So I’ve been really busy at work and then coming home and drinking to falling asleep. The blog has been quietly festering–although I haven’t really given the love it needs for a couple of months. Mea culpa. What turned around? My boss showed me a 12 minute documentary of the punk rocker G.G. Allin and I laughed my ass off. I still have a mean deadline due tomorrow, I’m still drinking to fall asleep, but now I have little tears coming out of my eyes.

Meet the butt of a really great punk rock joke: G.G. Allin

During said video I got to see this guy beat the crap out of half a dozen punks out in the audience while beating the sh*t out of his own forehead with a microphone or something fun and sharp. IT GETS BETTER! He stuck a hot dog up his butt and then a guy in the audience eat it. You can laugh and throw up a little in your mouth at the same time. The music is terrible as all punk rock music should be. Most of the time the show doesn’t really get going because the cops have shown up, but there are great youtube videos up there. Below is the Todd Phillip’s documentary I saw. Oh…FYI, the drummer doesn’t like to  wear clothes so he’s naked but you can’t see him. G.G. wears a dirty jock strap most of the time but does get naked in this video. It’s OK though…his penis is tiny…like a mushroom cap. It makes the whole show that much more funny.

I believe he’s also known for pooping on stage and rubbing it in the gashes he’s self inflicted, but I didn’t get to laugh at that. I used to think Peter Sellers was funny and my time going to Dead Kennedy and Skinny Puppy concerts was funny and radical in that order. Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve been schooled.

Here’s to you G.G. Allin. Too bad you overdosed on heroin and your fans propped you in a casket with a jock strap and pills in your mouth. (Jock strap reads “EAT ME”)