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The impossibly deep void known as JUG has belched out 8 more tracks of undeniable fire and brimstone from the punk pulpit. Take a deep sip. Roll it over your gums. How’s it taste? Refined. Fuckin exquisite, man. Like the perfect ratio of @cocacola_ca and a cheap @pellerwines red on a tepid afternoon. You might not do it all the time but when you do, you wonder why it’s not breakfast 4 times a week.
Jug is Payday on Friday.
Jug is victory despite everything.
Jug is the joker in your sleeve.
Jug is finding another bag 2 hours before the airplane takes off.
Jug is absolute pride and disgrace.
Jug is the forgotten sons of a disintegrating world.
Jug is laughing in the reapers face.
Jug is outside.