Finally got one of these:
Serpent dragon inlay. It also isn't light, it's solid, not one of those mock-Gibson guitars (made by Gibson) that are just semi-hollows masquerading as Les Pauls. I like how it nearly breaks my neck when I string it up there, that's how these style guitars are supposed to feel.
Also getting the Beta Lead on with Red Fang. Speaking of Beta Leads, I finally got one. No more borrowing for me, I can do what I want with this one. Gonna have Emperor snazz the fuck out of it with custom cabs and head-boxing. It's gonna look sexier than hell and it will be trouble keeping would be amp rapists from defiling it with their seed.
Well, now that the Prehistoric Dog EP is over I think I will allow Smetana's Moldau to serenade me with its "this music is so much better than your music" swagger. Shit like that song is porn for the ears. Only people I know who don't like it are those fucksticks that are like, "LOL RAPSUX THAT'S WHY RAP IS JUST CRAP WITHOUT THE C" and "ROCK SOUNDS LIKE A BOX OF SILVERWARE BEIN' ALL SHOOK AROUND" and I'm like, "Fuck you guys, you're like the hemorrhoids that come back with a vengeance, we need Preparation H for people like you."
Anyway, I put in for the swing shift operator position. I think I am the only person who did, unless, well, now that I think about it, no one else I can think of put in for it. Harry likes getting plugged, Jon wants Joe's job, Joe wants Ray's shift (fuck if I know why, single worst shift ever, two graves, one day, and two swings with the worst days off ever), Bill wants to do less work than the electric make-up pump we never run, Ron wants his son to have my job (good for him, my shift is the worst shift for anyone who wants to maintain a social life) and everyone else just wants to be where they are. Probably gonna get the chance at it, but I dunno, this place can be quite the sausage fest. I might have to guzzle cock and gargle balls and lube up nice and slick. Whatever, not like I will have to deal with it for too long, I'm good at what they want from an operator. I'll be awesome and make a fuckpile of money doing all but an hour's work at the extreme most in eight hours.
Being in charge of stationary bombs is bound to be a hoot.
I'm hungry.... Time to get some food. Goodnight, too. Gonna get some zzz's after food.
Serpent dragon inlay. It also isn't light, it's solid, not one of those mock-Gibson guitars (made by Gibson) that are just semi-hollows masquerading as Les Pauls. I like how it nearly breaks my neck when I string it up there, that's how these style guitars are supposed to feel.
Also getting the Beta Lead on with Red Fang. Speaking of Beta Leads, I finally got one. No more borrowing for me, I can do what I want with this one. Gonna have Emperor snazz the fuck out of it with custom cabs and head-boxing. It's gonna look sexier than hell and it will be trouble keeping would be amp rapists from defiling it with their seed.
Well, now that the Prehistoric Dog EP is over I think I will allow Smetana's Moldau to serenade me with its "this music is so much better than your music" swagger. Shit like that song is porn for the ears. Only people I know who don't like it are those fucksticks that are like, "LOL RAPSUX THAT'S WHY RAP IS JUST CRAP WITHOUT THE C" and "ROCK SOUNDS LIKE A BOX OF SILVERWARE BEIN' ALL SHOOK AROUND" and I'm like, "Fuck you guys, you're like the hemorrhoids that come back with a vengeance, we need Preparation H for people like you."
Anyway, I put in for the swing shift operator position. I think I am the only person who did, unless, well, now that I think about it, no one else I can think of put in for it. Harry likes getting plugged, Jon wants Joe's job, Joe wants Ray's shift (fuck if I know why, single worst shift ever, two graves, one day, and two swings with the worst days off ever), Bill wants to do less work than the electric make-up pump we never run, Ron wants his son to have my job (good for him, my shift is the worst shift for anyone who wants to maintain a social life) and everyone else just wants to be where they are. Probably gonna get the chance at it, but I dunno, this place can be quite the sausage fest. I might have to guzzle cock and gargle balls and lube up nice and slick. Whatever, not like I will have to deal with it for too long, I'm good at what they want from an operator. I'll be awesome and make a fuckpile of money doing all but an hour's work at the extreme most in eight hours.
Being in charge of stationary bombs is bound to be a hoot.
I'm hungry.... Time to get some food. Goodnight, too. Gonna get some zzz's after food.