Can surely only be truly obtained through the age old tradition of drug fuelled rock debauchery. To that end, I shall crawl up the filthy, crooked trail of the music business, regularly naked, on all fours, in varying degrees of leather, honking and baying like a cocksure alpha male hippopotamus straddling armed crack whores and disgruntled disabled children alike. The moniker for my "band", or more accurately, "global sauce bag musical sex apes" will likely be one of the following:
The Honky Tonk Douchebags
Nick and the Bitch
Kickface
Long Lost Cock Slap
The Destructo Behemoths
The Chili Dogs
Son Rapes Dad
The Facials
Cheese Hammer
The Wu Tang Grans
Semi Naked Glaze
Hot Sugar
The Saucy Haunches
Chin of Chuck
Isle of Man Face Kicking Sex Bastard Motorcycle Club
The Toxic Suck Off
Keep your eyes glued to the local toilet circuit for the first sweaty glimpses of my chosen vehicle of bass heavy raunchy muso power swagger. Take the facial if you want to be more than a footnote in the diabolical beginnings of the planets most erotic despots. \m/
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Candi Sixx wants to be part of the Sexual Rock Awakening!
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