If you’ve ever seen The Dregs doing what Tim refers to as ‘morning walkies’, you’ve seen us enter into The Alchemist screaming, “DON’T WANNA SMELL LIKE NO DAMN IRISH PERSON NO MORE!” to which I always squee, “PATCHOULIIIIIIIIIII”, and Tim looses his shit. His hatred of patchouli comes from a place deep within. The struggle is real. So real, a couple years ago someone paid me five dollars to bathe him in patchouli oil. Since Tim is a whore for money, he did so greedily and to my amusement complained all day about how badly he smelled. So it was […]