Your chance is blown.
Hokay. After like 4 washes, my fucking hair was rediculously blue. I dyed that shit jet-black, no fucking around with blue-black or midnight or any of that bullshit.
School is tomorrow. I could care less, it's just another day.
Since I am not in a band now, nor will I ever be because nobody wants to, I sit here and record guitar parts so that I can hear what my possibilities sound like.
yo-yo.
Focker, out!
School is tomorrow. I could care less, it's just another day.
Since I am not in a band now, nor will I ever be because nobody wants to, I sit here and record guitar parts so that I can hear what my possibilities sound like.
yo-yo.
Focker, out!