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Are you fucking kidding me? Beer, lamps? Get the fuck outta here! I want to get paid for blessing politicians like many years ago we had a gig in the middle of the country where the rest of the band members were from, it was in the biggest local concert hall which also at the same time held an event for the youth of the biggest political party in the country, basically bunch of soon-to
-be-yuppie teenagers getting shit-faced. I remember in the backstage where most were hammered, my band mates started pissing everywhere, there were also bunch of "future ministers" and their secretaries coming in and out and some of the later ones probably got fucked in the ass by us, what I remember is that some of them started recruiting us, my drummer joined because the recruiters were two hot blondes but I was troubled by some fucking douchebag with his salesman talk, he was drunk and fell down, poor fellow, so naturally I started blessing him with my yellow holy nectar. After all this effort which made those cunts become the rulers of the parliament a couple of months later I still haven't received any kind of benefits.
"There is nothing more fearful than imagination without taste" - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"To be stupid, selfish and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost" - Gustave Flaubert
i had no knowledge of crabcakes until Endy unleashed it on us here on this board.
I love the kid, but i'll never forgive him for that one. fukkin' scarred from it.
My band was signed by an Indie label for a year. They did absolutely nothing for us. When the contract was up, we told to not let the door hit them in the ass on the way out. Thats basically how it is anymore unless you write for the radio.
Endy, didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not nice to piss on drunk strangers?
(Where's Rsmacker when you need him?)
Here! Yeah, Endrik, you rotter, you must make sure that someone photographs you in the act. Remember - a photograph of your cock in the vicinity of any politician's head is worth its weight in gold when the time comes. You just waltz into his office, tell his secretary to make you a cup of tea, then start making silly demands, or the photo goes global. You can even ask him to get you a record contract.
The best way to get signed is to be young, pretty and be able to deep-throat Simon Cowell's cock. All the better if you are female.
So I woke up,rolled over and who was lying next to me? Only Bonnie Langford!
Are you fucking kidding me? Beer, lamps? Get the fuck outta here! I want to get paid for blessing politicians like many years ago we had a gig in the middle of the country where the rest of the band members were from, it was in the biggest local concert hall which also at the same time held an event for the youth of the biggest political party in the country, basically bunch of soon-to
-be-yuppie teenagers getting shit-faced. I remember in the backstage where most were hammered, my band mates started pissing everywhere, there were also bunch of "future ministers" and their secretaries coming in and out and some of the later ones probably got fucked in the ass by us, what I remember is that some of them started recruiting us, my drummer joined because the recruiters were two hot blondes but I was troubled by some fucking douchebag with his salesman talk, he was drunk and fell down, poor fellow, so naturally I started blessing him with my yellow holy nectar. After all this effort which made those cunts become the rulers of the parliament a couple of months later I still haven't received any kind of benefits.
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