Rock ‘n’ roll not a guaranteed lay
April 26, 2010
I’m sorry for my lack of posts recently, but I’ve been on hiatus with school and work and have no time for trying to flirt with women.
On Friday, I went with a few friends to the Trinity Commons, posing as a fake band called “Rumpleforeskin.” I was rocking out on the guitar and my two friends got their drum and kazoos.
We played our original songs, which include “Glory Hole,” “Chocolate” and “Dragon Whore.”
At one point, our fan base grew to one person. Well, I don’t think I can technically call him a fan because he called us anti-semetic — the song we played was called “Merry Christmas, Fuck You I’m a Jew.” Since I’m actually Jewish, I was very confused because the song is advocating being Jewish.
He asked us to play a love song, so we played our dedication to the chocolate ice cream. He left half-way through the song and our fan base went back down to zero.
In regard to talking to women, I was hoping some women might come talk to us because from what I’ve heard, rock stars are sexy.
Well, maybe next time I should choose a better time than noon on a Friday to perform so more students will be on campus and ready to listen.
But for now, the theory of sex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll has officially been disproven.
