3 Towns Long

We rock so much ass that they have to import colons from other countries to meet demand. We also have a soft feminine side.

We have broken up and decided to go seperate ways. I will leave this music up in hopes that people can hear what 3 Towns Long was like. And I will leave everything up so people can see what we were like not only musicaly, but as people too. So many memories, so little time. Peace out 3 Towns Long, forever keep the music in our hearts. I will miss thee. Kyle Hey, this is our band. We play music. We rock. I raise chickens. We rock. We often surf on guitars and people to get to our shows. When people see us they say "Hey! Isn't that rabbit from twister. You know the guy with the maps." But most of the time they want to remove our clothing for resale on the webernet. Right now the band is full of child like wonder and delight at the fact that we have just completed potty training. On behalf of the band I want to thank our mothers for their continued support through our training. Not potty training. I mean the training we took up in rockology by our master, Shuitzo Magahashi. Through many months of training in the 3 deadly arts of rocking, we learned to melt faces. P.J. Kellestine and Kyle Hesketh studied 24 hours a day 5 days a week in Shituzo Qunatishi Gragagari (apocolyptic guitar rocking for the unusually heavy metal). Cory Ellis in Faramatzu Uzi-ari Branztara (bass rocking for those to rock the world). And Zack Stokes in Dena Mata Frazaguichi Kywanawa Lizareno (drums for the psycho dealer of drum beats). After many years we emurged, scathed, beaten, tattered, torn and sexually unsatisfied from high in the Himalayan Mountains. We returned to our home country of Canada where our journey began. This is our story.

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