Thanks! That makes 14 imaginary album sales. Unfortunately that's not quite enough to pay for my short-lived, doomed career that inevitably ends in a dirty alleyway in Tokyo with a needle sticking out of my arm. But, hey... if we ever get to 20, I'll reconsider.
Dude, if I made an album, I'd put your pic on the cover. I'll just hide behind a drumkit or something.
That's cool, man. I'm not in it for the money. I just want to trash a few hotels. Maybe shave an eyebrow off. My regular job won't let me do that. Hell yah! Now accepting all panties, bras, fishnets & IUDs. Your backstage pass is waiting at the ticket window.