I don't even want to know who Peter Steele is. I'm much too busy rehearsing what I'll say when they ask if there's any just cause why this God-botherer and this woman should not be joined in matrimony. A duel for your affections shall ensue, no doubt involving pirate shirts and questioning of masculine credentials :).
Guh! PeterSteele is only the frontman for Type O Negative, y'know, the 7ft pretty giant one, with the copious amounts of hair/muscles/chains, who plays a classical base on the side like it's electric, who has incredibly dodgy lyrics writing skills, but a voice so low it sets off richter scales around the world so who gives a damn if he can't write? Ouch, yeah, he's cool. :P
A duel! You surely know the way to the heart of this bloodthirsty little narcissist, don't you? Pirate shirts are a must, ahoy! As are cravats, velvet of some description, Colt revolvers, Winchester rifles (not that you have to actually fire them - it's all about the prettiness!), maybe cowboy boots, definately black stallions... hmmm... may the best dressed man win!
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A duel! You surely know the way to the heart of this bloodthirsty little narcissist, don't you? Pirate shirts are a must, ahoy! As are cravats, velvet of some description, Colt revolvers, Winchester rifles (not that you have to actually fire them - it's all about the prettiness!), maybe cowboy boots, definately black stallions... hmmm... may the best dressed man win!
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