What IS it about guitar solos that turns grown men into puppy-fags?
Why the fuck is Randall nuzzling up against Whitehore?
What were they doing, that produced such giddy, drug-like ecstasy? NOTHING. They were going through the motions on some worn out no-longer-progressive rock song at a party for the fat, chalky, zombie-like Mick Abrahamhock.
Have you noticed that Geoff has the same grimacing smile in every photo, as Bill Swillpig always does? I guess he finds it tough to truly have a carefree happy look on his face when he can smell the load festering in his adult diaper.
This pose is almost as stupid as the traditional "mutual wanking" pose where two guitarists face each other and start twanging their guitars at crotch-level, grinning lasciviously.
Somehow the audience is no longer important. It's "look at us, on stage, aren't we having fun? Isn't this great?"
Oh yeah, it could only be better if you actually took your dicks out and waved them at each other.
Christ, what did you two idiots do after the show, get into your jammies and share a trundle bed for the night?
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