"Freaky Genes...oh what does it mean..."

Even a Daydream Believer is subject to nightmares.

Take a look at the twat.

REMIND you of anyone?

Truly, when you spawn, you never know what you'll get. MAYBE it'll be some kind of useful duplicate with good personality traits and talents from both parents. MAYBE not.

One day some bar, some memorabilia show, will be touting an appearance by "Monkee Dung" or "Monkee Jizz." It'll be the spawn of Peter, Micky etc. These talentless but gruesomely spitting images of the Dads will sing to appease the last surviving fanboys and fangirls who STILL insist that The Monkees were EVERY bit as good as The Beatles.

The asshole on the left, proud to be seen with her? He's a fanboy-turned-manager. His DREAM JOB is to ferry decrepit character actors, has-been twats, and, yes, famous-for-nothing celebutards to memorabilia shows. He sets up the table, he sets the prices, he's the gofer when anyone needs a drink, and he'll say "don't go away" to the Hoobastanks with the sweat-stained twenties, when the STAR takes a bathroom break.

I knew this talentless pest years ago. He probably STILL lives with his mother. You're supposed to tolerate him because he's not nearly as obnoxious as he could be. Sort of like the puppy that merely stains the carpeting. What's that on your shoes, Ms. Dolenz??