i found a video of angel

[jhale667]

Humor, Chef. Humor. I'm no racist,

Go fuck yourself. You might have been able to make that claim had you fucktards not spent so much time making dozens of photoshops of me. But you DID.


Interesting though, how you losers always try to play it that way as soon as the brass tells you to knock it off. No one's buying it.

[mark wahlberg]

Go fuck yourself. You might have been able to make that claim had you fucktards not spent so much time making dozens of photoshops of me. But you DID.


Interesting though, how you losers always try to play it that way as soon as the brass tells you to knock it off. No one's buying it.

Go learn how to quote somebody, doofus. Your point sucks shit, just like your music. And Fagroc.
Now edit that.

[mark wahlberg]

And on these wise words, I bid you a good day.. ISRAHEIL!!!

[jhale667]

See? All you can do is try to bust somebody on a typo now.

[mark wahlberg]

Thank you, man of light...

[Nickdfresh]

Let's play Three Muskaqueers Monopoly !!

Elvis is playing with musky queers again. Might be a time for a private session with his pastor...

[Nickdfresh]

Can't pay from jail...

It's funny that the white people who've had trouble with the law and can't hold their booze or stop themselves from drugs are the ones throwing the racist shit out here...

[jhale667]

Thank you, man of light...

You're welcome, coward with an alias...

[Nickdfresh]

How's your bipolarity going, DeGeneres??

How's your dad doing? Are the anti-psychotic meds working?

[chefcraig]

He's right ya know. Here's the proof.

Sweet tap-dancing Jesus, I loved that fucking band. At one point in their set, the guitarists (Rick Derringer and Danny Johnson) would take off their guitars, hurl them at each other, swapping instruments and catching 'em, then continue playing without missing a lick. This was before wireless units ever existed, so you can imagine the chaotic catastrophe that was just waiting to happen.

And to this day, I am convinced the only reason Edward Van Halen ever thought of playing "You Really Got Me" was because it was included on a medley toward the end of the Derringer Live album. These guys, along with the Edgar Winter Group (Derringer played with 'em as well, along with producing Johnny Winter's best and most astonishing album Still Alive And Well, the title track of course, written by Derringer) were a gigantic influence on VH. In fact, the band used to cover a handful of tunes from Winter's They Only Come Out At Night album. Fuck, DLR hired Edgar Winter to play on his version of "Easy Street" on that Crazy From The Heat EP.

[jhale667]

It's funny that the white people who've had trouble with the law and can't hold their booze or stop themselves from drugs are the ones throwing the racist shit out here...

Yeah, but consider the source: it's the same dude that can only manage to post one riff on his Soundclick page that hasn't cracked triple-digit listens in almost four months - and yet somehow thinks he can claim people with thousands of plays on theirs (and who recently garnered a product endorsement through their efforts) "isn't really a guitarist".

[Nickdfresh]

Yeah, but consider the source: it's the same dude that can only manage to post one riff on his Soundclick page that hasn't cracked triple-digit listens in almost four months - and yet somehow thinks he can claim people with thousands of plays on theirs (and who recently garnered a product endorsement through their efforts) "isn't really a guitarist".

You're not really a guitarist unless you jam in your own room like a middle aged teen. Maybe Elvis' wife will let him have his balls back and an allowance for the weekend?..

[jhale667]

Maybe Elvis' wife will let him have his balls back and an allowance for the weekend?..

Doubtful.

[VetteLS5]

people with thousands of plays on theirs (and who recently garnered a product endorsement through their efforts)

Sigh.

[chefcraig]

Maybe Elvis' wife will let him have his balls back and an allowance for the weekend?..

Sheest...I can not fathom what it would be like to journey through life with a set of "Snap On" testicles. Imagine the embarrassment when hitting that bicycle seat at just the wrong angle in the front yard within viewing range of the neighbors and their kids, let alone letting 'em go sailing down the aisle while reaching for a jar of pasta sauce at the supermarket, just as a co-worker steps up to say hello...