Take a fat bastard sitting in his mom's kitchen giving lessons on how to squeal like a fucking pig and what do you get? The audio equivalent of stabbing yourself with a fucking brick.
At what point do I say "I'm getting older and can't relate to the younguns music" instead of "This sounds like an open can of ass and you're a retard fatso"?
Nameless tubby pig-squealish dude, let me help you out here: You're already a dorkus malorkus for listening to that shit, let's not beef up your certain-to-be-a-virgin-when-your-50 chances anymore with monologues on the issue. The pig squealing lessons broadcasted over the web ain't gonna win the girls dude. Just tryin to help...
The sad part is that Obituary probably outsells Drive-By Truckers albums 2 to 1 so just shoot me in the fucking head right now.
Don't blame me, blame Chris for this fat-boy fustercluck.
Comments (6)
I almost shit myself.
Thank you very much for that on this Friday the 13th.
Posted by Microwaved | July 13, 2007 8:02 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 08:02
my brain is bleeding thanks to him. dammit! I need some ear bleach.
Posted by mike f. | July 13, 2007 10:23 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 10:23
Dude, I thought I was a good singer, but I should really take some lessons from this dude!
Posted by danny g | July 13, 2007 10:35 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 22:35
Dude, I thought I was a good singer, but I should really take some lessons from this dude!
Posted by danny g | July 13, 2007 10:36 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 22:36
Dude, I thought I had good pipes but I should take some lessons from this dude.
Posted by Danny G | July 13, 2007 10:39 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 22:39
Sorry I posted so many times, the site kinda crapped out on me.
Posted by Danny G | July 13, 2007 10:41 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 22:41