iron maiden kicks ass, i've seen them twice. i've seen ozzy 3 times as well. i don't believe you though, i think you were all out for wham! and tiffany.

Ratt in concert *screws up face in that bitter beer face*

Now I've seen Dokken in concert....that was ok

*laughs* Well, I used to watch WHAM on MTV, just because back then George Michael was so cute... (this was when MTV still played music), but other than that, I didn't listen to them.

Tiffany? No. Hell no.

Kat

Pthtthtt! :p I liked Ratt. So there.

Last time I saw them was the Monsters of Rock at the stadium.

Kat

That was a long time ago...hey didn't Pearcy like jump off a building or something after realizing what he had done to Ameraca's youth with his music? *snicker*

Flip me any more of your shit, darlin', and I'll start cranking out the country music during your wrestling matches.....

Kat

*plops a pair of cowboy boots before you and promptly urinates on them*

*borrows a whiny Hank Williams Sr. CD from Dad and cranks it up to top volume during Longtooth's next title match*

come on miss pattens. *grabs the karaoke mic*

...and then you say

i think we´re alone now
there doesn´t seem to be anyone around
i think we´re alone now
the beating of our hearts is the only sound



















i know you were singing along...

Arrrgh! Ooh no. I heard that damn song often enough back in the 80's when my Sue was going out with my little brother...

Bleah...

*shoots the karaoke machine*

Kat

*drops the mic*

yeah, but i know you were singing...

Strange enuff, I don't mind Hank Sr. or Jr.

*recocks the gun*

Nope, no way. You'll never get me to admit it

Kat

Hmm... have to think of another whiny voiced country singer...

*snaps fingers* Got it! *Finds a Willie Nelson CD for Longtooths' title match*

*gasp. wide-eyed. pause* . . . . . . may I . . . . . . may I touch you?

[in a small town like this, there's no such thing as a concert OR a famous person. on a band trip to Universal Studios, a few years back, my friends & I ate at the Hard Rock Cafe, Orlando & afterwards, the other rocker guy and I were walking through looking at their incredible famous people stuff . . . we were staring and ogling at Anthrax's drum heads, we almost died when we saw Billy Idol's jacket, but when we came to a pair of boots that were worn by Jimi Hendrix, we both fell on our knees before it . . . kind of gives you an idea of how deprived we are in this town]

When I was still working at Tower back in Hawaii we had an after-concert autograph session with Ozzy. He sat in my work chair for the session. He left some hair Duchy...I might sell it to you.


Shadowborn

Ozzy Osbourne is my hero . . . but I am not about to purchase his frickin dead organic whatnot!!!

*sings* I'm not the kind of person you think I am . . .
I'm not the anti-Christ or the Iron Man . . .

S'ok, I don't really have the hair. There was hair on the back of the chair tho...I let the little rockers that worked with me duke it out to see who got it. I was just pleased that they gave him my chair. It was a cool chair, it was comfy and it had wheels so I could roll my way around the backroom. It was the only thing I considered taking with me when I got fired...well that and a huge stack of demo material. I took the demo material and left the chair.

So I'm left with the small pride that I sat in the same chair as Ozzy...oh, and that Zakk Wylde and his two bimbos of the evening sat on my workdesk and looked at pictures of various animals fornicating that were on my corkboard.


Shadowborn

Wicked Ozzy story . . . positively uplifting.

You know what, damnit??? I was drinking water as I read that and I almost frickin spit it out . . . why in hell did you have that on there? Or are you merely as sick as you claim to be?