... it’s made in Mexican and i don’t know if a professional would plop down monies on one and i could be crushed by the Fender gods if i have one in the wild?
Hmmm... Tuesday, I think. No, wait... it's 7. No, LIGUSTRUM!!
Do you smell toast?
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... it’s made in Mexican and i don’t know if a professional would plop down monies on one and i could be crushed by the Fender gods if i have one in the wild?
I don't see tort, it's a fake.... it’s made in Mexican and i don’t know if a professional would plop down monies on one and i could be crushed by the Fender gods if i have one in the wild?
I don't see tort, it's a fake.
Just because it says Fender does not mean a Ferrari is faster than wilted romaine lettuce on a bed of rusty nails on a rainy Sunday night.... it’s made in Mexican and i don’t know if a professional would plop down monies on one and i could be crushed by the Fender gods if i have one in the wild?
What are we looking at? Should I be seeing an image?... it’s made in Mexican and i don’t know if a professional would plop down monies on one and i could be crushed by the Fender gods if i have one in the wild?
Exactly!Just because it says Fender does not mean a Ferrari is faster than wilted romaine lettuce on a bed of rusty nails on a rainy Sunday night.
Yeah, but what does that have to do with the price of hockey pucks in China?Just because it says Fender does not mean a Ferrari is faster than wilted romaine lettuce on a bed of rusty nails on a rainy Sunday night.
What did the Zen monk say to the hot dog vendor?Yeah, but what does that have to do with the price of hockey pucks in China?
I saw people disagree with your intentions. I was one of them. Unless I missed something everyone seemed respectful. Sorry if it came across as an attack.
Well, there are a lot of reasons why I'd . . .
I'd drag a girl such as yourself back to this . . .
plastic hotel room and . . .
rip you off for spare change to run a . . .
to run a vibrating machine attached to this queen-size,
bulk-purchase, kapok-infested,
do-not-remove-tag-under-penalty-of-law type bed and . . .
and make you take off all your little clothes . . .
until you are nearly STARK RAVING NUDE!
(Save for your chrome-with-heavy-duty-leather-thong
Peace Medallion, heh . . . )
And make you assume a series of marginally erotic
poses involving . . . a plastic chair and . . .
an old guitar strap while I . . .
did a wee-wee in your hair and . . .
beat you with a pair of tennis shoes . . .
I got from Jeff Beck