I first started cheesin on the guitar when I was twelve; my dad found me a guitar in the city dump. The drunk bastard told me to play it, so I started to play it.One time, we partied and everybody at the party puked. No lie. Every single one of us barfed. My house reeked of barf and Red Carlos. It looked like someone spilled blood all over the floors.That was when I knew that alcoholics would love my music because they all listened to me bust a song about smoking and drinking.Time. What a story. Ha.So, anyway, when I eat those puke monsters I can really get my shit together and sing like a dog humping a pleasantly plump white girl's leg.I like the more internal growls and such, because you can still pic them up on a good mic.I went to hell and never came back.I lit my head on fire at David Allen Coe. I was the burning man. The Indian bartendress thought it was pretty funny. Well, that guy is evil.
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