Ok. Here we go.
I had my special modified miniaturized Fender Jazz bass. Howlin Jack had his guitar, also modified to be playable by creatures like us. Because were really small and not quite bipedal, (even though Howlin Jack does have small human like hands with opposable thumbs.) Reggie was on the drums and dad waswell he was just making warbling and beeping noises like an evil R2-D2 but it wasnt too loud so we just pretended he wasnt there.
Jack started in with the guitar and I kicked in with my bass and Reggie was drumming it up (hes not very good but he can keep a beat). We were playing Lover her Madly by the Doors. Except when it came time for Jack to start in with the vocals he was singing the wrong words! He started in about Zombies eating brains or some such nonsense that went like this
Dont you love my Zombies?
Dont you love Necromancy?
Dont you love the way?
They do what I say?
Dont you love those zombies?
They call me there daddy.
Dont you love the way?
That they obey.
Dont you love em as their knocking down your door?
Kill one but Ive got a thousand more.
Then the chorus went like this.
Eat your Brains.
Eat your Brains.
Eat..your..brainsss
All your brains are gone
Necromancers Song
Soon Youll be dead
Just to rise again...
In the undead Horde!
And so on.
Man I dont like zombies. They really scare me. Reggie also, he got so scared he started crying! Yet we just kept on playing! We were too terrified to stop!
Finally Jack stopped singing those horrifying lyrics and went into a 2 hour guitar solo that rocked!!!!
I did an AWESOME bass solo, and Reggie went wild on the drums for like 80 minutes or so. It was crazy! Man what a good time, except for all that weird stuff about zombies, I still have nightmares! That was last Christmas!
I had my special modified miniaturized Fender Jazz bass. Howlin Jack had his guitar, also modified to be playable by creatures like us. Because were really small and not quite bipedal, (even though Howlin Jack does have small human like hands with opposable thumbs.) Reggie was on the drums and dad waswell he was just making warbling and beeping noises like an evil R2-D2 but it wasnt too loud so we just pretended he wasnt there.
Jack started in with the guitar and I kicked in with my bass and Reggie was drumming it up (hes not very good but he can keep a beat). We were playing Lover her Madly by the Doors. Except when it came time for Jack to start in with the vocals he was singing the wrong words! He started in about Zombies eating brains or some such nonsense that went like this
Dont you love my Zombies?
Dont you love Necromancy?
Dont you love the way?
They do what I say?
Dont you love those zombies?
They call me there daddy.
Dont you love the way?
That they obey.
Dont you love em as their knocking down your door?
Kill one but Ive got a thousand more.
Then the chorus went like this.
Eat your Brains.
Eat your Brains.
Eat..your..brainsss
All your brains are gone
Necromancers Song
Soon Youll be dead
Just to rise again...
In the undead Horde!
And so on.
Man I dont like zombies. They really scare me. Reggie also, he got so scared he started crying! Yet we just kept on playing! We were too terrified to stop!
Finally Jack stopped singing those horrifying lyrics and went into a 2 hour guitar solo that rocked!!!!
I did an AWESOME bass solo, and Reggie went wild on the drums for like 80 minutes or so. It was crazy! Man what a good time, except for all that weird stuff about zombies, I still have nightmares! That was last Christmas!
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