It appears that I may have some fans. That are actually going to show up and watch me play tomorrow night. This is way cool. I suppose at the end of my face melting solos I should rip off my sweat soaked tight t-shirt and throw it to the audience of screaming depraved hotties who have had a few too many margaritas, and show 'em my sinewy six-pack.
And if you believe that...
At least the part about playing tomorrow night is, um, true.
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