Addicted to drugs... STACY reached out for hope... and recieved the magic of Hagar!!

[WARF]

Click Here!

Note: If you are pregnant or have high blood pressure don't click on the above.

LOL

[WARF]

ughhhhhh....

The crowd disapeared.....

and there was only sammy....

uh uh u hu hu uh

And a tear dropped from my eye....

I'LL TAKE PEOPLE WHO SUCK FOR $200 ALEX!!!

[ELVIS]

As I listened to Sammy sing, the rest of the crowd disappeared.

[Big Troubles]

yipes. Well we know for sure he has one fan.

[WARF]

Damn Elvis... I need to take a shower after reading that!!!

[WARF]

I'd rather see TWO GAY MEN adopt a child...

Then a heterosexual marriage, with children brought up as Sammy Hagar fans!

It's okay to like Sammy Hagar, if it's your bag of tea...

But don't poison the children!

[ELVIS]

How 'bout this one ??

He signed my chest and the next day I had it tattooed there...

:yuk:

[WARF]

Imagine the nightmare....

of fucking your wife...

And seeing Sammy Hagar's name on her ta-ta's!!

[WARF]

Someone should email her, and have her join the GAY HAGAR poetry cuntest!

I think she could take the prize away from jesterstar! LOL

[Nickdfresh]

[WARF]

Yo nick,

Did you ever see Sammy Hagar... and then all of the sudden...

THE CROWD FUCKING DISAPEARED!!!

And it was just you... and Sammy...

LOL

[Nickdfresh]

Sammy has brought me some of the greatest memories of my life. But beyond that, his music opened my bowels and enabled me to have solid movements again. In '93 my on-again/off-again boyfriend of 6 years married someone else. He said I was a loser of with shitty taste in music and that I should probably just kill myself. I sank into a deep depression and became addicted to pain pills and attempted suicide. But I lack basic competence and couldn't even do that right. Through all of this I had a transsexual friend, Chris, who tried to get close to take advantage of me while I was high on pain pills. But I always kept my guard up. I made sure I never got so strung out that Chris could molest me. I felt so alone and unlovable. The only light in my life was listening to Sammy's music, it became my therapy and salvation. In the summer of '95, I saw Sammy for the first time, he was with Van Halen. I immediately tried to commit suicide during the show by autoerotic asphyxiation. As I listened to Sammy sing, the rest of the crowd disappeared. They all fucking left because he sucked really, really bad. I felt like we were the only two there and he was talking to me, given me advice. Like get a job, lose weight, and shower once in a while. His profound words touched me deeply. I had heard these songs a million times, but seeing him live must have made something click for me. I was so moved, I actually sat down and cried, and defaecated in my pants. (while the others rocked on) and tears burned my eyes. The sight of Sammy in his lime green parachute pants and XXXXXL Hawaiian shirt made me nauseous! I knew my life had to change. After the concert, I went to Chris-and with Sammy's help, I opened up and the walls I built around my heart began to crumble. In comparison to Sammy, Chris looked sort of cool, much like the loser he previously seemed like! Sammy saved my life! He will always be special to me for fat. Now, Sammy is close to my lower intestine forever, literally! He signed my ass, next to the ingrown hairs and pimples and the next day I had it tattooed there, even though I swore I would NEVER get a tattoo of a douchebags name on my ass. Today, Chris and I are married, raising 2 beautiful children who also love Sammy because they think he will give them happy meals. They are very fat, like me. We are very thankful to Sammy for bringing us together and happy to be raising the next generation of Sammy Hagar fans! Even though we are shunned by the community at large and people think I am a complete vaginal discharge for actually admitting this shit.

Brianne McSkank
Gilford, NH
Spamking@whitetrash.net

[FORD]

As I listened to Sammy sing, the rest of the crowd disappeared.....

If this was on the 2004 Fleece The Sheep tour, she probably means this literally. Remembering the one bootleg clip I forced myself to listen to, and Hagar's worse than usual screeching, I'll bet most of the crowd really did disappear.

[stringfelowhawk]

Pardon me while I dry heave!

[academic punk]

Originally posted by Nickdfresh
Sammy has brought me some of the greatest memories of my life. But beyond that, his music opened my bowels and enabled me to have solid movements again. In '93 my on-again/off-again boyfriend of 6 years married someone else. He said I was a loser of with shitty taste in music and that I should probably just kill myself. I sank into a deep depression and became addicted to pain pills and attempted suicide. But I lack basic competence and couldn't even do that right. Through all of this I had a transsexual friend, Chris, who tried to get close to take advantage of me while I was high on pain pills. But I always kept my guard up. I made sure I never got so strung out that Chris could molest me. I felt so alone and unlovable. The only light in my life was listening to Sammy's music, it became my therapy and salvation. In the summer of '95, I saw Sammy for the first time, he was with Van Halen. I immediately tried to commit suicide during the show by autoerotic asphyxiation. As I listened to Sammy sing, the rest of the crowd disappeared. They all fucking left because he sucked really, really bad. I felt like we were the only two there and he was talking to me, given me advice. Like get a job, lose weight, and shower once in a while. His profound words touched me deeply. I had heard these songs a million times, but seeing him live must have made something click for me. I was so moved, I actually sat down and cried, and defaecated in my pants. (while the others rocked on) and tears burned my eyes. The sight of Sammy in his lime green parachute pants and XXXXXL Hawaiian shirt made me nauseous! I knew my life had to change. After the concert, I went to Chris-and with Sammy's help, I opened up and the walls I built around my heart began to crumble. In comparison to Sammy, Chris looked sort of cool, much like the loser he previously seemed like! Sammy saved my life! He will always be special to me for fat. Now, Sammy is close to my lower intestine forever, literally! He signed my ass, next to the ingrown hairs and pimples and the next day I had it tattooed there, even though I swore I would NEVER get a tattoo of a douchebags name on my ass. Today, Chris and I are married, raising 2 beautiful children who also love Sammy because they think he will give them happy meals. They are very fat, like me. We are very thankful to Sammy for bringing us together and happy to be raising the next generation of Sammy Hagar fans! Even though we are shunned by the community at large and people think I am a complete vaginal discharge for actually admitting this shit.

Brianne McSkank
Gilford, NH
Spamking@whitetrash.net

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
i was going to write something, but this took care of that! also, nice one FORD re: the crowd disappearing!