Oh, DRUNKFACE. Your face is drunker than ever!
I know Axl Rose, Drunkface. Axl Rose was a friend of mine (by which I mean if he hit me with his car, I'd be able to tell the cops that it was MOTHERF'ING AXL ROSE who ran me over). And you, Drunkface, are no Axl Rose.
Nor, in case you were wondering, are you Steven Tyler.
No, nor are you Bret Michaels (you need a bandanna for that).
No, I'm sorry, you are also not CC DeVille.
No, David Lee Roth also doesn't fly.
No, I'm very sorry, nor will I even accept Kid Rock.
Tacky '80s groupie, the likes of which I have seen in many an episode of Behind the Music, generally before a segment in which someone drives his car into a cliff/ODs on glue/loses a limb/decides to invest all his money in solid gold faucets?
Hmm.
Yes. Yes, that I will accept. Congratulations! I think you're supposed to flash us your boobs now.
I know Axl Rose, Drunkface. Axl Rose was a friend of mine (by which I mean if he hit me with his car, I'd be able to tell the cops that it was MOTHERF'ING AXL ROSE who ran me over). And you, Drunkface, are no Axl Rose.
Nor, in case you were wondering, are you Steven Tyler.
No, nor are you Bret Michaels (you need a bandanna for that).
No, I'm sorry, you are also not CC DeVille.
No, David Lee Roth also doesn't fly.
No, I'm very sorry, nor will I even accept Kid Rock.
Tacky '80s groupie, the likes of which I have seen in many an episode of Behind the Music, generally before a segment in which someone drives his car into a cliff/ODs on glue/loses a limb/decides to invest all his money in solid gold faucets?
Hmm.
Yes. Yes, that I will accept. Congratulations! I think you're supposed to flash us your boobs now.
