jupiter wrote:C'MON!! A huge pile of crap wrapped in a sweaty bandana. He has been utterly worthless his entire career. I hate B.S. in all forms.
Fuck you, Jack! I've thrown more songs away than you've listened to in your entire lifetime! Let's make a deal, alright? You keep making your hilarious little comments about my bandana on the internet and I'll keep making hit records, fucking your mom, and flying my fucking Hummer to the fucking moon.
Do you know how big my pool is, cocksucker? Well, do you?! I'm not sure how big it is either, but it's fucking big. Bigger than your's guaran-fucking-teed. There's like eight fucking guys just for the fucking pool.
I've been on the cover of a magazine too! Can you believe it?! Maybe you've heard of it. It's called Rolling fucking Stone, dickface. Been on the cover like a thousand times. Whatever.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to figure out which one of my mansions (that's plural, douchehead) to put my piles and piles of gold records.
Not Crap. No Waffles.