I'd like to get a machete and hack off those repulsive stringy arms of hers.
And I thing that guitar's in some sort of open tuning - the calling card of the non-guitarist.
Edit : scrub that first line - I've just come to the bit where she's "impressing" us with her scraping techinique - I like to take the guitar and bash her peroxide head to a pulp instead - she's holding the pick like she's taking a used tampon to the waste bin. |