The truth is that Fido used to be a sissy tenor like the other small boys in the Logs. One fateful day while roaming the cold winter streets of Jersey, he was attacked by a vicious creature, one that was not frightened but in fact incited by Fido’s enraged (and still high-pitched) cry of ‘Holla!’ They kicked, bit, and backflipped and although Fido was victorious, the creature had stretched Fido’s vocal cords to drop his voice to the thunderous bass that it is now. To this day Fido still has a powerful hatred for the cold, donning his gloves in nearly 60 degree weather and able to hold his liquour beyond any mortal asian of his size.
And so was borne the human subWOOFer to join the ranks of the u crew (with vu and su), but standing apart by virtue of his blessed bass.
Do you like pizza? So does Ben. The truth is that Ben aka Bendall was a ninja turtle in his past life. The Logs are suspecting that he was probably Michelangelo, seeing that he is the absolute number one party animal of his frat, PKT. Bendall is originally from Irving Texas, but he spent the majority of his youth in the deep ghetto of Dallas to protect justice and eat best pizza in the world. As he kept trying to live his past life as a teenage mutant ninja, the soul of Splinter came down upon him and gave him the vision for his new life: singing. Ever since then he touched thousands of people with his voice, often times, rather privately. The legend is told that during his freshman year MIT students’ average GPA has plummeted and mortality rate has sky-rocketed because all the girls in his dorm skipped office hours and dates with their boy friends just to hear Ben singing. So if you want this man to serenade you, don’t be scared and give him a high-five on the hallway.
Webmaster’s Note: This was written by Bryan Koo. That kid is koo-razy.
Doug’s high school choir director told him not to even bother trying out for the Logs. Maybe it’s because he smells, cause it sure as hell wasn’t because he can’t sing. We’ve manage to get through rehearsals by wearing gas masks, but we make sure he takes ten showers before we go on stage (and even that doesn’t take away his smell). I know he’ll blow the ladies away with his powerful voice (and, unfortunately, his stench) at gigs, but they will come running back to him with a healthy dose of soap, breath mints, and air freshener.