one thing i forgot to mention in my last post...i made a bet on the superbowl with the mom. the wager: she wins - i have to pay to have the neck of her guitar straightened. i win - she buys me however many sets of "elixir" strings that would be covered by the equivalent cost of the neck staightening.
i won.
i own.
and whats even better: over the weekend i learned how to set up my own guitar so i dont have to pay 50 bucks every time i need it set up for a new gauge of strings or whatnot. (damn floyd rose)
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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