"Why are you so sweaty?"
"I've been practicing."
"Mmm. Practicing what?"
"Some dance moves."
Air-guitaring is a form of art. It's gonna be an Olympic event someday, and 'til then, I'll continue to thrash away 'til the break of dawn (or 3:00am) like I was the bastard son of Jimi Hendrix.
ahhhh ha ha ha ha.
ReplyDeleteThe ASIAN bastard son of Jimi Hendrix.
Sometimes I think you forget you're a fob.