GTR37
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idk wtf genre this is but I fuck with this so hard no cap
Hey , when did you start speaking Timbuckianidk wtf genre this is but I fuck with this so hard no cap
idk wtf genre this is but I fuck with this so hard no cap
Hey , when did you start speaking Timbuckianidk wtf genre this is but I fuck with this so hard no cap
Sounds like Florida's inherent swampiness is starting to rub off on @DrewJD82
Ryan ---> Time stamped
Doesn't seem you will be buying his signature Fishman?Why do I wish no one ever knew that guy except for the kids in 3rd grade he
was a Substitute Teacher for???
Uhmm.... yeah. People are fucking dumb! We live in a world where the worst, most hackneyed "influencers"
have their own Sig gear.
Need to put down the Webz before this loathsome realization takes root even deeper.
Come on man! Fluff absolutely rips on the fretboard! Huge contribution to modern metal music!We live in a world where the worst, most hackneyed "influencers"
have their own Sig gear.
I don't think it rubs off so much as drips in between your cheeks so fiercely that it'll eventually
Niagara right down your legs.
This actually is how my morning almost started…..er, sharted-
I threw my back out pretty bad yesterday in a sneezing fit from this sinus infection I got after my trip. Bad enough that last night when I laid down in bed and straightened my neck/back out it knocked the wind out of me and I started shaking as if I were freezing for a couple minutes.
Echo wakes me up this morning in his “I’m a happy puppy but I gotta shit, dad!” way, I cautiously get up to not tweak my back, take a giant swig out of the very strong ice coffee in my fridge then start slowly walking Echo outside. Get about 250 feet from my apartment and I feel the 6 tacos I ate last night load up for an immediate departure. Echo has barely begun his walk and doesn’t understand “Dadda is gonna shit his pants”, nor “dadda’s back is FUCKED and if you pull on this leash I’m gonna hit the ground and shit my pants”, I get hit with another sneezing fit as I’m trying my best to squeeze my ass cheeks together and hold the leash, snot is blasting out my nose and hanging down as a start lurching my way back to my apartment with Echo stopping to smell the literal roses every 10 feet.
I can only imagine what that looked like to anyone who saw it.
This....right....here.....is comedy gold! Why? I've been exactly there more times than I'd like to admit........Echo wakes me up this morning in his “I’m a happy puppy but I gotta shit, dad!” way, I cautiously get up to not tweak my back, take a giant swig out of the very strong ice coffee in my fridge then start slowly walking Echo outside. Get about 250 feet from my apartment and I feel the 6 tacos I ate last night load up for an immediate departure. Echo has barely begun his walk and doesn’t understand “Dadda is gonna shit his pants”, nor “dadda’s back is FUCKED and if you pull on this leash I’m gonna hit the ground and shit my pants”, I get hit with another sneezing fit as I’m trying my best to squeeze my ass cheeks together and hold the leash, snot is blasting out my nose and hanging down as a start lurching my way back to my apartment with Echo stopping to smell the literal roses every 10 feet.
"I can't be bothered to do a gift of tone video but here's a festival video where we're playing on a big stage where my sloppy turd of a singer is wearing sweatpants instead!"Come on man! Fluff absolutely rips on the fretboard! Huge contribution to modern metal music!
This actually is how my morning almost started…..er, sharted-
I threw my back out pretty bad yesterday in a sneezing fit from this sinus infection I got after my trip. Bad enough that last night when I laid down in bed and straightened my neck/back out it knocked the wind out of me and I started shaking as if I were freezing for a couple minutes.
Echo wakes me up this morning in his “I’m a happy puppy but I gotta shit, dad!” way, I cautiously get up to not tweak my back, take a giant swig out of the very strong ice coffee in my fridge then start slowly walking Echo outside. Get about 250 feet from my apartment and I feel the 6 tacos I ate last night load up for an immediate departure. Echo has barely begun his walk and doesn’t understand “Dadda is gonna shit his pants”, nor “dadda’s back is FUCKED and if you pull on this leash I’m gonna hit the ground and shit my pants”, I get hit with another sneezing fit as I’m trying my best to squeeze my ass cheeks together and hold the leash, snot is blasting out my nose and hanging down as a start lurching my way back to my apartment with Echo stopping to smell the literal roses every 10 feet.
I can only imagine what that looked like to anyone who saw it.
Sounds like he didn't leave something hanging...Oh man! Don't leave us all hanging like that. Did you make it??