After rockin' out hardcore at a show in the scenic city of Albany, three suburban girls and their pimp were on their way home. I was one of these chicks, along with Bethany, Sarah and Adam. The show was very excellent with some rather yummy punk rock boys. The way home consisted of a discussion of the future band, which I am a groupie of. We needed cool stange names if you will. When passing Brueggers, (a hot spot for bagel lovers) Sarah decided Bethany should be called Boogers, Boogy for short. Sarah named herself Poookie (note: Bwaha was added later, it was how we interpreted someones last name in French) and I dubbed myself Ace, which was then changed to Ase. Passing the Village Deli, it was decided that LIz should he called Liz "The Butcher" Bouyea, and this was then shortened to Butch. Finally, we needed a name for Molly, and in passing the gas station, we all said 1-7-9 at the same moment, yeah creepy, I know. (A note from Poookie: $1.79 was the price for Premium Unleaded Gas at Moblie) So there ya have it, the story of how we came to be Poookie Bwaha, Boogy, Ase, Butch and 179. Learn it, someday you'll want to tell the kids.