“Wow! So these are the lyrics. I can’t hear shit when I’m smashing away on these drums."
Carissa would be very mad if I put this picture of her ass up on the blog. Kent and Dan pretend that they have no idea what I’m doing.
You don’t know what lonely is, till you get to playin’ drums.
Dan tries to imagine a world where all women’s naughtier parts were made out of chocolate.
There’s no way I even noticed Carissa’s bodacious cleavage when I took this shot.
Jason tries to imagine a world where the drummer at the front of the stage and those showboating guitarists were way at the back where no one could see them.
Before she begins, Carissa says a little private thank you to the inventor of Throat Coat.
“Wow, these white ones make a different noise to the smaller black ones. I think I’m getting the hang of this!”
A day that your girlfriend hasn’t put you in the hospital, is a day worth celebrating.
“You’re going to post that picture of my ass, aren’t you, you little fucker!”
When Kent isn’t playing guitar for Discount Romance, he’s assassinating rogue operatives in undisclosed third world countries.
Carrisa waits patiently while Kent searches for a chord that is actually in the song we’re doing.
It’s not going well.
It’s hard to believe, but Dong’s pants looked like that before his motorcycle accident.
“What chord is that and why is it so fucking dark in here?”
Fortunately, Carissa can’t stay mad at me for more than a few seconds before she starts openly idolizing me again.
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