Billy once had nudes leak, and by that I mean he went to the mall naked and posed in front of the security cameras until the SWAT team was called.
TotD makes a long-awaited return trip to the Museum of Terrible Dead Art, where he is a patron and is therefore entitled to free entry on Tuesdays, one free cup of coffee a month, and two-for-one passes to the laser show, which has not been built yet.
Multiple levels of patronage are available, and the Museum is always looking for donors.
Gold members get free access to the exhibits after regular hours, plus guided tours from Phil that quickly degenerate into harangues about how you’re wearing “the wrong shoes.” Phil will not explain his shoe metric to you, but you’re on the shitty side of it, rest assured. Gold members also have the option of going number two in a urinal. Totally up to them, but most do.
Diamond level membership is a world of luxury, felonies, and no-strings arson. A world without limit or reason. Diamond members are–while in the Museum of Terrible Dead Art–above the law and beyond the glare of God. Morality shrieks and cowers in the face of the Diamond member: his whim is Law and his seed is Magick. Abbadon the Unforgiving is summoned three to four times a week by Diamond members, who also receive 15% off churros at the snack bar.
Cubic Zirconia level members are hunted down like animals, no-money-having dirtbags.
Billy level membership is expensive, sure, but you get to touch the docents.
In response to the current Ebola epidemic in West Africa, Mickey called the UN and offered to put together a non-profit group, Drummers Without Borders, to help in any way he could. His calls were not returned.
Billy left a drunken message late one night claiming to represent Drummers Without Trousers and then he started ranting about the Lichtensteinians and threatening to “punch that principality right in the dick,” and then the tape cut off. His call was also not returned.