Yeah, you just gotta get the whole talent thing and you're set, Marth! Oh, and work on your TV throw...its lacking...

Tell them to buy pro-tools . . . its the programe of God.

Also of talentless hacks. Like you.

Unless you're adding insane @#%$ to your music like Thom Yorke. Who is Jesus, by the way.

Pro-Tools is a god send . . . about 99% of the time when your band isnt handy . . . with the right synth you can knock out an album-quality backing track in about an hour.

I should slap the spectacles right off your face you pig wanker you.

You should have a copy . . .since you can't sing for @#%$, you brainless monkey turd.

Whadda play, Renny?

Speak english you cheap trollop.

I think she was asking what you play.

Most know I play with myself.

Postal Service rocks.

Trashing a hospital room, Exorcist-stylee, and sending a bunch of heart patients into cardiac arrest is a lot more satisfying than trashing any hotel room.

...

Not that I would know, of course.

A hospital has no mini-bar . . .therefore . . .no fun.