Courtesy of the Los Angeles Egotist, we are given a sneak peak of the recently opened West Coast offices of the Frat/Fart boys. Situated in Santa Monica they obviously blew shitloads of money in their attempt to do something completely unoriginal. The walls are covered in surf boards (Like, it’s Santa Monica, dudes, gnarly) although one wall looks like it’s made from shity lumber yard scrap. All the furniture is very modern and obviously very uncomfortable. Everyone works in open spaces so your neighbors can hear you ordering drugs etc (Like, it’s Santa Monica, dudes, gnarly.) It looks like about ten people work there. No kerchief wearing dogs though. They didn’t show the shrine to Alex, which is in a miniature shed inside a miniature broom closet where the “Subservient Chicken” and “The King” live. Orville Deadenbacher comes in after midnight. I look forward to the “Insanely Fucking Great” work.