I wish all of this was fake… but it’s just the audio.
More scantily clad women? Come on, boys, this is a little base.
She looks like Bret Michaels with that cowboy hat on.
We only made it to 1:32 seconds before we decided we didn’t need to see any more.
Brittney’s back… like a rash! All she had to do was grow her hair back, lose a little weight and she’s good to go!
Less Windex, please.
Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of Randy Pevler…
…after his mom locked him out of the house for practicing too loudly in the garage!
Stalker alert!
Mulleted peeping toms—another reason why I’m a big supporter of the local Neighborhood Watch.
People’s Park in Berkeley just keeps pumping out the quality jams these days.
Last free exit? I’d rather pay the toll for the bridge.
Why pay the toll? He LIVES under the bridge!
Between a rock and a soft place?
More like between a rock and a meth lab.
Check out the musical selection from this album.
He’s like Falkor the Luck Dragon except… smellier.
For those of you who don’t know, that’s an obscure reference from The Never Ending Story. It’s a movie. You probably haven’t seen it. Because you’re normal.
One wonders what he eats in order to poo clouds.
Three weeks of P.F. Chang’s.
Once in a hundred years—the perfect storm!
Not only does he poo clouds, but also some pretty cool string arrangements.
