Sign me up. I pledge to rock out hard every day and commit as few beer fouls as possible after a 12 pack of red stripe, cable car, or kalik. We can't get magic hat or new belgium in Miami. I hope to serve proudly when I am called up to patriotically kick every last one of the Kiss Army's asses including that fag on the T.V. show Talking Metal. I would like to stick the Mazi Bee flag up Paul Stanley's ass and show him that God gave rock n roll to me, and then blast my A chord right between Gene Simmons eyes to prove that I love it loud. Here is my testament to testify: Today, I woke up sometime around noonish. I walked my bullmastiff. Then I put a mini pizza in the toaster oven, popped a red stripe, and grabbed my Duncan Blackout Metal loaded Washburn WI64 tuned to D standard with a dropped C (sometimes) strung with DeathWish 10-54's. I started with a little 2112 into my Rocktron Voodu Valve & Pod XT Live (I like the Uberschall with the Killer Z pedal) into a mesa 20/20 into two 2X12 with Celestion G12H & G12M in stereo. I stopped playing around 8:30 cuz Doogie Howser is funny on How I met your mother, the dude from forgetting Sarah Marshall is not. Then I sparked, cuz Orgazmo was on Encore. Did somebody say Rock On? Long live Rock. Now some emoticons for y'all.