Basically, I just want to play guitar and meet a sweet ladythang that'll make me want to jump on a bed and sing Van Halen songs. Are you her? Talk! We'll see!
I'm a carefree musician that just wants to meet people, have a good time, and hang out.
I am independent. I don't rely on anything to modify my behavior in any way. I don't have good days or bad days. I fucking live. You should do the same.
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I'm Rob. Add me or eat a dick. I'll do cool shit... If you get my drift... My Myspace. My band's Myspace. Talk to me. YES, I HAVE A CAM AND I'LL GET ON IT IF YOU SWEET TALK ME INTO IT. I just get on when there's someone in my live to talk to because I hate listening to the 6200 RPM fan in my computer run for nothing. I'm not going to lie, I think this thing is pretty pretentious. So I'll pretend that you're not 14 behind all that make up and hair extensions. It's ok, your mom probably fucked bands in her heyday, too. Don't let her uptight Christian facade fool you, the promises enumerated on your profile and your scripted answers in response to frequently asked questions are just a cover up for public relations purposes. But it's ok. You've met the guy you're going to be with for the rest of your life during your adolescent attempt at fame. You met him on the internet; you've known him for a month; and he leaves you more picture comments than anyone else in your 20k friends list. A short time later, you'll think you're pregnant with his child after giving him a handjob through his pants in a theatre whilst seeing a PG-13 Johnny Depp movie in a feeble pursuit to solidify "forever" and the shared "commitment." He will leave you. You'll become a washed up alcoholic hag of a Stick'em Entertainer because he broke your heart. You'll casually throw the word "scars" around from thereon after until someone like me calls you on it and you are driven to the point of "posting proof." Carve your friend ID into your skin, you fuck. I hear it gets easier after 6 digits... Kind of like a hot knife through butter. I guess you've proved me wrong. You're not all talk. Congratulations. Now tits or GTFO, for the love of Christ. Other notable fallacies: Hello Kitty Jefree Star MatthewLush Tila Tequila Kat Von D Chris Crocker Job for a Cowboy Your life (a fallacious statement within itself) Have a good day. Eat aids. As you may have guessed, I might be kidding. Trolling isn't recommended. Try me sometime...  Twiggy is m'niggy. |
