Ah. The Foo Fighters are quite marvelous. But let me tell you who isn't. Mike. That bastard is finally getting his due here, and now I have a direct link to his blog so that you all can flame him, cause he's a dumbass. Clearly a Maddox-wannabe that can't quite cut it--I mean, I make a better Maddox for Christ's sake.

On another note, I rock at ping pong.

On yet another note, I'm also an excellent hardcore screamer, and our band is perhaps one of the most talented groups of folk I've ever heard. Let me give you a small sample of some of the creative genius found when the three of us are put together:

She was eager to fuck
I was eager to listen.
Her wrist on the legal paper
Her wrist twisted and glistened.

Hot, yes? That's what I thought. There was also a large amount of screaming after this part consisting mostly of me wailing about Janey getting dragged away and raped in Florida. We're awesome.

Now I've got some English homework I'd better take care of. Hasta la byebye, hijitos. No olviden lavarse los dientes porque mi casa huele cuando ustedes respiran en ella. Tampoco no olviden saltar la cuerda. Por que? Porque lo dije, puto! Andale, andale!