[From an e-mail tag session with my Ross Barnes]
[WARNING: Penor jokes, dianetics, lead, asbestos, home transexual surgeries, and small parts that may be ingested by crazy bitches. Is totally unedited.]

I was arguing with Ross over his douchey hair and he started calling me out because I don't want to know where he lives so I can listen to him yelling "HEEEEY! I WANNA BE A ROCKSTAAAAHHH~!" while he tries to grab my boobies. So I said the following. Best burn in all of 2008. Hellz yeah.

Ross: Watch a video of Shadows Fall, All That Remains, Avenged Sevenfold, Guns n' Roses, Twisted Sister, or Europe all of their guitarists have long hair that they wear back.

Moi: Does not work on you. At all. You own a guitar, but it doesn't mean you're a rock star.

Ross: First of all you've never heard me play.

[Tom Cruise: DIANETICS!]

Moi: [Shut up Tom! Will Smith's German Shepherd is prettier than you!] And? It's nothing special. Lots of people play. And by your journal you sound like you'd fuck it if you wouldn't cut your pecker on the strings.

He hasn't e-mailed me in about a half hour. I think he went to go flog his pants clown. Y'know. His teeny meat sword. Make use of his left hand. Anger the Hamburgler. Pet his garder snake... Muhammed forbid he try to prove me wrong about the guitar fucking.

Actually, that would be nice. America's first auto-transexual surgery.

Just wait til tomorrow, he'll be in the hospital for chopping off his own penor because I'm such a bitch.

Goodbye Ross, hello Rosie... Or Prosthetic Penis Lad... xD

I know I'm a dumbfuck.