Making of the Band

Dude, hey dude, I'm in a fucking band man! ... That's right, a band.... Well no, I can't actually "play" an instrument, but how hard can that be? ... Really? shit... Anyway, technicalities; it IS a fucking band and we will ROCK!... I don't know really, maybe a cross between the Police, Twisted Sister and Ja Rule... well it will be funky, let us just say that... I'm going to play, I guess guitar and vocals and other shit I guess. I'm like the Swiss Army Knife of kick ass ROCK... We're called the Granny Smiths as in "Thank you Topeka! Oh, and don't forget your coolers, picnic baskets, blankets and strollers. Have a pleasant and ROCKing evening. We're the Granny Smiths and how you like dem apples!!!!!!" .... You know, I don't think being a rock star will change me. I'll still be the same guy I've always been. I mean, I'll always love pizza crust and PBRs... well if I could I would ... are you saying that if I ROCK enough, I'll be able to buy the full pizza? ... so why am I here then? ... fuck this shit and all you losers! I must go ROCK! ... can I borrow a quarter for the bus?