the best way to maintain a rock and roll image, besides being drunk 24/7, is to get into fights with bands that could kick your ass.
rock genius, scott stapp, did just that on thanksgiving with the band 311.
i wouldn’t necessarily consider 311 to be a tough, ass-kicking band, but they have tattoos. and if someone is strong enough to get an image inked into their skin with needles, i’d imagine they aren’t just going to wimp out when some third-rate lead singer decides to get fresh. you feel me? please don’t. i prefer not to be touched.
Its simple mathimatics. 3 311 guys + 1 drunken Scott Stapp = LSHIPMP
Whoa…is that algebra?
Yeah, dirty algebra.
you think you’re better than me??!?!?!??!!!!??!!??!
(what does “LSHIPMP” mean?)
Laughing So Hard I (Just) Pooped My Pants
Appartently I forgot the J.
oh… oh! with the ‘j’ in there, that changes everything!
at first, i forgot about the acronym, so i thought you had just pooped your pants because you forgot the ‘j’. then i remembered the acronym and pooped my pants because i was laughing so hard. it’s a vicious cycle.