Logy boy was a term we used to describe how we felt at 5 AM after 18 beers and a ton of food. We'd want the mythical "Pizzi Cart" (pronounced peet-zee) to come along and take us home cuz we were too tired to walk. OK, retarded. Stig and Ed lived in the same apartment complex in Houston TX in the mid 80's and we'd blast our horrible songs out at 2AM on a Friday night and for some reason the neighbors never once complained. We probably sounded too stupid to reason with.