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Why Led Zeppelin Kicks the Everloving Shit Out Of Every Other Rock Band Ever
Tales Of My Sordid Past - Moronic Roommates Edition
I Done Writed Real Good
\The Face Slimmer
How The "Magic" Happens
A Series Of Letters To Fred Grandy
McWhatTheFuck?
Ladies: Don't Let Trannies Put Things In Your Butt
What If Superheroes Had Public Lice?
Your (Hopefully) One And Only Penis Cancer Alert
Tales Of My Sordid Past - The Grateful Dead Edition
The Ol' Tuck & Tug
My Son Is A Literary Genius
Soup's On!
String Theory Explained
Goofer Patrol
The One Where Foreigner Refuses To Make Me A Sandwich
Humor, Interrupted
Mr.Patel
The Freshman
Classless
The Fatherhood Trick
'Ung Like An 'Addock 'E Is!
Order In The Court
The Sexual Habits Of Pac-Man
Bonehead: Behind the Music
The $25,000 Beer-a-mid
Mileage
A Kick In The "Grass"
Ride Into The Dipshit Zone
Get Lost
Game On
Make That A Double(mint)
Cheers
The Brothers Gibberish
A Post Of Biblical Proportions
Princess Showanda
All Poo-Poos Must Go!
Cover Me, Porkins
Tales Of The Deadly Dinosaur
The Ballad Of Alice Dee
A Different Book Of Job
Toilet Humor
Marcy Playground
Rub It
Charlie Brown Is High On Peyote
Smiles, Everyone, Smiles!
OK
Murder, She Gropes
The One Where I Challenge Peter Cetera To A Fistfight
What Starship Troopers Has To Say About Long Distance Relationships
Oui, Oui!
Ruined
Narc!
Something Useless This Way Comes
Illegal Contact
The Official Dogs On Drugs Trailer
Why Led Zeppelin Kicks the Everloving Shit Out Of Every Other Rock Band Ever
Tales Of My Sordid Past - Moronic Roommates Edition
I Done Writed Real Good
\The Face Slimmer
How The "Magic" Happens
A Series Of Letters To Fred Grandy
McWhatTheFuck?
Ladies: Don't Let Trannies Put Things In Your Butt
What If Superheroes Had Public Lice?
Your (Hopefully) One And Only Penis Cancer Alert
Tales Of My Sordid Past - The Grateful Dead Edition
The Ol' Tuck & Tug
My Son Is A Literary Genius
Soup's On!
String Theory Explained
Goofer Patrol
The One Where Foreigner Refuses To Make Me A Sandwich
Humor, Interrupted
Mr.Patel
The Freshman
Classless
The Fatherhood Trick
'Ung Like An 'Addock 'E Is!
Order In The Court
The Sexual Habits Of Pac-Man
Bonehead: Behind the Music
The $25,000 Beer-a-mid
Mileage
A Kick In The "Grass"
Ride Into The Dipshit Zone
Get Lost
Game On
Make That A Double(mint)
Cheers
The Brothers Gibberish
A Post Of Biblical Proportions
Princess Showanda
All Poo-Poos Must Go!
Cover Me, Porkins
Tales Of The Deadly Dinosaur
The Ballad Of Alice Dee
A Different Book Of Job
Toilet Humor
Marcy Playground
Rub It
Charlie Brown Is High On Peyote
Smiles, Everyone, Smiles!
OK
Murder, She Gropes
The One Where I Challenge Peter Cetera To A Fistfight
What Starship Troopers Has To Say About Long Distance Relationships
Oui, Oui!
Ruined
Narc!
Something Useless This Way Comes
Illegal Contact
The Official Dogs On Drugs Trailer
Nice! My mother would love it! Great music.
Yes, this trailer is quite clearly tailored for mothers.
Love this!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Although I think you could have gone with Shakira for the audio. Let’s face it- your hips would not be lying.
In-joke or not, never insinuate that Shakira > Led Zeppelin.
Yeah, my mom would be into it, too. If she could read.
Well it’s a good thing she can’t! I used the c-word!
(I’ll give everyone a moment to recover from their shock.)
I was raised on that kind of language. You’ll have to try harder to offend my mother.
I waited five hours in the fucking rain for tickets, and Dogs played for like 5 seconds and that was IT! And who opens with Emo Phillips? Concert totally SUCKED, man!!
Listen, man, we played for an hour and forty-five minutes. I’m sorry we didn’t play Pennywise, or Underside Down, and believe me, every single fan who complains tells us in great detail why we suck for not playing those songs. But do you know how hard it is to reproduce those songs live on stage? It can’t be done without playing pre-recorded music and sound effects, and we refuse to do that. We play live, or not at all.
I am so sick of everyone’s shit. Do you know how hard it is to be in a touring rock band? It’s fucking impossibly difficult. Everyone thinks it’s all booze and girls, but those aren’t perks, they’re the only things that keep us sane. We’re always flying, or checking into a hotel, or going to some fucking radio station to chat with some asshole DJ. It never ends, and we have to do it because our record deal sucks, we make next to nothing (we’re NOT rich), and the only way we can plan for our future is to tour non-stop for years on end. YEARS.
But then we get people like you who complain that we didn’t play for 3 fucking hours when Andy is already playing drums with a stress fracture in his left arm, and Pete has fucking mono and can hardly wake up without an entire pot of fucking coffee, and we tried our hardest, but that’s apparently not good enough.
WELL FUCK IT! I QUIT! THE BAND HAS BROKEN UP! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
(holds up lighter)
I might actually send this to my mother, just to hear her voice get all high pitched and indignant sounding.
Record that if you do, and post it in a comment.