
Originally Posted by
Ahkei
So here I was, sitting here playing War Pigs on Frets on Fire, expert level, just about up to the solo..
Enter stage right: Mother
"Hey, Rohan, I got you this shirt"
*Turns head*
-"Why?"
"I dunno, thought you'd like it. Don't you?"
-"No, that's Che Guevara"
"?? Who's he?"
-"Communist revolutionist"
"Oh. Know anybody who'll like it?"
-"Nope. Oh fuckdamnit. *fucked up entirely on FoF"
"Watch your language"
-"k mum"
Your mom wants you to be a communist.
As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.