Because he had bad pickups
No strings attached
Tulips on my pianist.
Homeless.
Would you like fries with that?
By selling your guitar.
It didn't have any pickups
So they can park in the handicapped spot.
A guitarist who'd told too many drummer jokes.
They start to fret.
Winks seductively "Ma'am, that's a mirror and you appear to be having a stroke."
There is lotion and used tissues laying around
Throw in a load of laundry, and soap
They throw 3-9 pots and pans down a flight of stairs.
They haven't got a gig yet.
Because the drummer locked himself in the car with the keys.
Because it had no character.
Wife: They'll get lazy and dependent and never, ever go away. Me: *looks warily at our kids*
A Luncheon!
Because it's not going anywhere.
Person 1: To defend myself. Person 2: Discipline. Me: My girlfriend keeps stealing my fries.
It only took 1 nail to hang the picture.
Because it is sticky.
