Whatever these guys call themselves, they suck. They'll always be called Fat Chance in my book 'cause that's the best name for 'em. They are quite possibly the worst band ever to grace this little town of Bakersfield. I don't know why they make the singer whine so much, and why they have all that expensive equipment that most local bands could only dream of. These guys suck so much balls, they can't even think of a name for themselves, they used to be Fat Chance, which was a stupid ass name for a stupid ass band, then they changed to Milhouse which is just as gay, and they got a new singer that not only wines, but tops off his whining with some hardcore-voice cracking screaming. This music sucks so bad that it actually hurts to listen to it, also these guys infest every damn show that goes on in this town. When I saw DI Everything was going great, Shemp played, then a band called Cactiwidders played and just as I got ready for the best concert of my life, these bastards show up on stage, whining and crying. They should fire their lead singer, and their guitarist, and while they're at it give there drummer and bassist the boot too. I've decided to go to shows where Fat Chance is playing and just turn my back to them while they're on, nobody here in Bakersfield likes them, but yet they think they're the biggest band here. Fat Chance can go straight to hell and eat some balls with a spork.

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