Before my current band, my old drummer and I were trying to start up a band to play some gigs over Spring Break in our town. We are a big party town that week by the way. So that March we put out an ad for a singer and or guitarist. We had some strange luck: Applicant #1- This guy was dressed in a pair of nuthugger, Wrangler cowboy jeans, a leather jacket, and a cowboy hat. Oh yeah, boots too. He was carrying a 12 pack of Budweiser. He asked if we wanted some beer. Then he said that he only had 3 left and that he had drank the rest on the way over. We started getting ready to jam. He busts out with some Tim McGraw. I told him to hold on and can that **** real fast. I told him this is a rock band. He then started playing Jailhouse Rock by Elvis, while thristing his hips. He was canned. Applicant #2- This woman comes over claiming to be a music profesor from some college up north. She is a 300 pound lesbian (no offense to any 300 pound lesbians out there). She told us her name was Queen of The Netherlands. She wouldn't have been better off in a viking hat and shield. We booted her operatic ass out. Applicant #3- This guy was a great guitarist. After we nailed our set down he told us that he was too nervous to play live. The idea was killed.