WARNING:
Zombie Rock Stars Will Destroy Us All

Okay, I've been watching a lot of tv this weekend because I've been visiting my parents and their tv works. I just watched some "Behind the Music" and it's prompted this article, unofficially titled: "Rock Stars- What a Bunch of Fucking Pud-Whackers." Seriously, think about this, right now, as you're reading this, somewhere out there Gene Simmons is getting a blow job. Rock stars don't hurt society by turning youngsters into devil-worshippers, or even, in the case of Matchbox 20, by being no talent hacks. They hurt society by convincing us that a 200 lb hairball who wears makeup like a six year old girl at Halloween is deserving of severe tang. That's just wrong. I could get political about this. I could talk about all the firemen and tree surgeons who spent all day making the world a better place but didn't get nothing when they came home, but I won't. I could ask a question like how many children starved to death while Kid Rock was filming a video featuring himself wearing enough gold to break a camel's back, but I won't. Instead, I'd rather look at the zombie implications of the fact that Fred Durst, a guy who looks like my nuts wearing a Marlins cap and is about as valuable to the world as a senior citizen, gets laid by fifty or sixty porn stars EVERYDAY. We have to ask ourselves, as reasonably intelligent people, why did we make Rick James famous? Just as he must ask himself, what the happy fucking hell is wrong with me? Why did we bother to lavish money on a guy, only for his life to turn into a cycle of coke, sluts, coke, sluts, coke, beer, driving, sluts, in exchange for the song "Superfreak." Does anyone know any of the words to that song past the part about how you shouldn't take her home to mother? Hell no! The song is stupid and people only listen to it as a lame joke anymore, so then frankly, was it all worth it? Wouldn't it have been easier and cheaper to just go to Rick Jame's house and screw up his life yourself, without having to pay $17.95 to listen to a shitty song first?
But of course, I am the guy who's already admitted to watching "Behind the Music" today, doing my part to make the problem worse, so here's what I have to say for myself: "zombie brain-washing conspiracy." Yeah, you guessed it, zombies are once again at the heart of the problem. Think about it- Eddie Vedder wants to be rich and famous, so he makes a record that people will like, people like it and pay eighteen bucks or so to own it, Eddie gets his cut of the money and becomes rich and famous, then -here's the part to keep your eye on- he bitches about it. Sounds like somebody has a bad case of Little Girl Syndrome. Does Eddie ever mention his big problem with fame to the guy who changes the oil in his Mercedes every few months? I bet that guy might have had some disillusioning experiences in his life too, only his experiences didn't involve huge piles of cash or owning a Mercedes.
'I like Creed, and I'm not even paying attention'- Angry Creed fan


Of all the rock stars featured on BTM (abreviations make you cool), Creed were easily the biggest fucking vaginas. Actually, they might be the biggest pussies I've ever heard of, with the possible exception of Walt Disney. Through Behind the Music's network of smut-gathering informers we learn that, as a teen, the singer from Creed ran away from home... for a month. While in college he had sex with... a girl. He got kicked out of college for using... marijuana. This is the kind of kindergarten shit Tommy Lee is only involved in when he has nightmares about being a pussey. Come on, Creed, even Jesus fucked a prostitute. Get off your goddamn god-rocker asses and go commit some fucking crimes! Get some 14 year old groupie to give you a blow job on an airplane... right in front of everyone. Go back to your old college... and burn it down in a coke-fueled frenzy. Buy some marijuana... and give it away to Jr High kids at your shows. Or else just get your asses (or as you might know them, the flabby things that other guys balls slap against) off the damn t.v. and make way for some serious morons. Like Heart. Or Ozzy. Or Lita Ford. Even John Tesh makes you guys look a little pansyish.
What a fucking crime.
Look at this shit. Gene Simmons has to pick teenage girls out of his beard every morning, yet he looks like Beastman from Masters of the Universe:
Part Beast, Part Man, All Cop!
Where's the fucking justice? I realize "Lame Internet Homepage Comedian" isn't exactly the most important role to be filled, but at least it's not the most bafflingly, irritatingly ridiculous. His job is "Get Free Money, Fuck Hot Chicks."

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