"What the fucking hell is this?!?!" screamed Katee, the bass player for The Screaming Wenis.
"Yeah! Who's guitar is this, and why is there white residue on it?" yelled Vanessa, lead guitar of The Screaming Wenis. They had been shipped the wrong instruments, and they were pissed.
"Shit! I'm sorry you guys! You guys have The Moffatts' stuff." said their manager.
"I'm not fucking playing this shit-ass bass! It says 'Zsa Zsa' and has a heart drawn around it!" Katee raged.
"We refuse to play" Haz said, kicking the keyboard that replaced her guitar AND her precious bongos.
"Fucking Bitch! It says 'Moffatts' on ths drum!" yelled the drummer, Monroe. The Screaming Wenis made due with the wrong instruments by making them look similar to their other ones. Katee scratched the anarchy logo into the bass with a safety pinand spray-painted 'IDOL' on it. Monroe took a sharpie and crossed out 'Moffatts' and wrote 'WENIS' on it instead. Vanessa bathed the guitar in vain to get the residue off. Haz kicked the shit out of the keyboards.
Andrew took Zsa Zsa to McDonals's. He figured since he was extremely on cash, and Zsa Zsa wasn't exactly his dream date, he'd cheap out. Was he ever wrong. The people at McDonald's knew Zsa Zsa by name and knew exactly what she would order. They kept it in a grocery cart - deep fried of course!
"Holy shit! How much will this cost?" Andrew screamed.
"Actually, sir, nothing! This is all the inventory from all the fast food restaurants in the city. Instead of throwing out the old food, we just feed it to Zsa Zsa and her friend, Daney. It's perfect for the eco-system!" A worker named Kim said over the counter quietly to Andrew, while Zsa Zsa stood so her mouth was under the ketchup pump, pumping ketchup into her mouth. Kim wished she could do it too.
"Wow! I never knew!" Andrew said.
"If you see that Vanessa chick... stay away from her..." Kim yelled after Andrew. Kim was a sexually frustrated fat ass who hated people for no reason. No one wanted to lay her either. Not even scum like Andrew.
Back in Spain...
"These drums are too high quality for me to play them" commented Bob, awestruck at the gorgeous drum set owned by The Screaming Wenis. He was familiar with their music. He had a poster and CD or two of theirs.
"Hey.. you guys... aren't The Screaming Wenis friends of Six's?" Bob asked his brothers.
"Don't say that horrible name!" Clint yelled. It was Six's fault that Clint did not have Zsa Zsa. Or so he thought.
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