I’m getting more and more pissed by the second. I’m seriously disappointed in those guys.
I expected them to value our intelligence more.
Well, I’ll just carry on imagining you breaking their sexy italian jaws.
Mnn….sexy italian jaws…
And ripping off their trousers…
And breaking their jaws…
Then it is not the apocalypse. We have hope in the gits who saved our lives and taught us to headbang.
Whoever replaces Bob is going to have a hard act to follow, that’s all I can think of. Those tossbags.
Anyway, go and read my blog in ten minutes’ time. This’ll be on it.
I’m sure I love them deep down.
But now all I am feeling is disgust.
Ima keep Bob’s face on all of my posters, no matter how tempting it is to scrub them all of, and will do the same as you. Except maybe with that pair of sunglasses that I saw last week….
I’ma go shove this whole conversation on my blog (which I updated last week by the way :P) and buy a ring to commemorate MCR in town on Saturday.
Because being a My Chem fan is like being in a relationship; you gotta trust the arsehole who’s shirt you secretly want to take off, even though they do STUPID and SELF-ABUSIVE and DOWNRIGHT INCOMPREHENSIBLE things like what they just threw at us.
I am wetting myself. Seriously.
I am loving the sexy-italian-jawline-getting-broken-by-Frank’s-fist image.
I think we should add in my long-winded conspiracy theory. Followed by ‘but we’re not ones to pass judgement.’ and then the ‘i’ll break your jaws.’ followed by the ‘I am losing faith and I’ve got GCSE’s’ guilt-trip.
We are genius.
Dear My Chem:
I don’t give a crap what goes on in your band. I don’t care if you’ve got flu, or an STD, or if you dyed your hair or if Bandit said her first word.
But you owe it to Bob, yourselves and the thousands of people who love you to do more than just drop shit on us out of the blue. Blog more often, if freaking anything. Just TELL US WHY BOB LEFT, HOW GERARD’S VOICE IS, ANY GODDAMN THING ABOUT THE NEW ALBUM. WE DON’T CARE, WE JUST DON’T WANT TO RELY ON KERRANG! FOR NEWS.
If you lock us out any more, your sexy Italian jawlines will get broken by my fist. Okay?
This is shit.
You know what this sounds like?
It sounds like you waited until you had finished the album and had no use for Bob until you kicked him out.
It sounds like Gerard’s voice is fine and you were just using it as an excuse not to perform ‘cos you don’t have a drummer.
Long-winded conspiracy theory, yes, I know, but I reckon you’re capable of it. I’ve got GCSE modules tomorrow and I’m paranoid and stressed and losing faith.