This rabble may, or may not, be held personally responsible for all of your enjoyment whenever you slip on a Mosey On hat, or use one of our t-shirts as an oily rag to clean your chain.
A rag-tag, miserable bunch of reprobates, rogues and rascals, this good-for-nothing assortment of wretches miraculously assembled themselves from all across the globe.
Without prior knowledge, intention or plan, they somehow congregated (convening circa 2010) in the west coast of Canada, and slowly, but surely, drew their plans.
And if you get the War of the Worlds reference, fuck it, you can have a free oily rag.
