I like her.
Yep, that's how she got me too...Be careful bro...she bites.
I like her.
Yep, that's how she got me too...Be careful bro...she bites.
I figured out pretty early on...it was going to be ugly. My "hobbies" have always been expensive, the list is long. Guitars/music are more of a passion...so this is really bad! I'll be on the SE's for a wile... key word there, SE'ssss. These things are like potato chips! As my signiture says... yup this is gonna leave a mark...you know like... the redhead is gonna leave a mark...like a knife wound...on my neck...yeah, that kinda mark. Thank goodness I have all my PRS buddies to enable...uh, I mean help me with my journey/suicide mission/death wish. There should be a disclaimer on here about GAS being potentially life threatening too. You know, a PSA for those if us with homicidal redheads. BTW doctors and Lawyers will come in handy...you know, one to stitch me up, and if I make it...one to represent me in my divorce case...you guys are awsome!
She got you with her hatred of blue guitars?
Regardless, I keep my distance from women now. I have plenty in my life.
Living the dream - married to a hot redhead.
Dead man walking - married to a hot redhead.
yin/yang
Living the dream - married to a hot redhead.
Dead man walking - married to a hot redhead.
yin/yang
Blue PRS's rule. We may have an issue with this redhead!
Shhhh....If she hears you she'll put me back in the box...yeah she has some weird blue phobia thing going on? She doesn't like anything blue...
(Note to self: Leave Mrs. DTR at home for Experience!)
Edit: She loves my blue guitars. In fact, she bought me both of them!
She’s rad! We’re gonna wife-swap at Experience... just through the day though. You and my girl can look at all the blue guitars while me and yours can bust on ‘em all.
Wha..wha..what!!! Teach me...I'm doing something terribly wrong here! Maybe...Mrs. DTR can work on the redhead...she might need a helmet...safety first.
You're a brave man Sergio...You think Mrs. Sergio would buy me a guitar while we are there?...No scratch that, just tell her its cool to give me a couple of yours, if you don't make it back...oh 2 more things, if she asks you to smell a cloth DON'T, it's doused with chloroform...keep your drink with you at all times, preferably something with a cap, if the seal is broken DON'T drink it. Oh and remember, protective eye wear, a cup and thick flame retardant clothes are a must. If she asks ...yes the Experience is mandatory in order to stay in the White House and go shopping with the First Lady...I think that's everything...Oh! Do not look her in the eyes and stay an inch or two out of kicking distance. There you're all set...God speed my brother see you then!
wait til you hang out with the doctors and lawyers here for a while.
1. No, no she won't buy you a guitar. I got that purse locked down.
2. I've got a high tolerance for chloroform. Ever since I quit smokin' weed I've gotten really into huffing.
3. Ask anybody, I always have ok you my drink with me, sometimes I even have other people's drinks with me.
4. I'll most likely be wearing sunglasses, tucking my junk back, and be coated in Solarcaine to p the sunburn I'll have from day drinking in a bikini on the Baltimore Tiki Barge the day before.
5. We'll just tell her I am the First Lady.
On the TV?
Nah - too uncomfortable, and I keep falling off.
I know right, especially with these new flat screens it's like they don't want us on TV!!!
Haters...