Hello, ladies, look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using loose fitting pants and switched to tight leather, he could look like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a stage with the man your man could be like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a backstage pass to my bands live show. Look again, the pass is now my front poop. Anything is possible when your man is a rockstar and not a loser. I have a spike.
(Source: andybatman)
