Let's see if you and your fifty dollar Shanghai surprise of a guitar are up for this:
I challenge you to perform one of my very own songs at your next stage - oh my, I'm sorry, I mean dinner show. I want it recorded and I, along with the Farm, will grade on technique, range, and accuracy. Yes, that means no random solos or extra Bovine-isms added to my fucking songs, you Dairy Queen.
What say you, Joe? Im-uh-jur can't make your performance look any worse this time!
I challenge you to perform one of my very own songs at your next stage - oh my, I'm sorry, I mean dinner show. I want it recorded and I, along with the Farm, will grade on technique, range, and accuracy. Yes, that means no random solos or extra Bovine-isms added to my fucking songs, you Dairy Queen.
What say you, Joe? Im-uh-jur can't make your performance look any worse this time!
