NO, NO, NO! YES, YES YES!

Roger makes bipolar sexy!

Yes, it is!

This reminds me of my junior high prom. At least, it’s equally painful and awkward.

If I count down to zero, can I die?

The guitar solo melted my face off!

I love how the singer paces likes a caged animal the whole song!

The roadies are pacing too.

No, those aren’t roadies, that’s their moms. These guys are late for JV soccer practice.

I did a little research. In the back of Rolling Stone magazine there’s a story of how Tina dropped out of the Foster Edwards orchestra and went on tour with AC/DC for two wild weeks as a backup guitarist. That was, until the raging bad acid trip backstage. Now she’s a roadie for Winger doing county fairs.

Best guitarist they ever had. Those were the days.

Are you sure it’s not Foster on the left, Edwards on the right, and Bertha Tina conducting?

Dead elephants tell no tales.

…uhhh, what? I think that’s “an elephant never forgets”.