Wow…you’re seriosly a douche. It’s easy to talk shit in an article huh? Sit back behind the pen? Nickelback gets more pussy in an hour than you will get in a lifetime. Unless your freakin Jimi Hendrix then who the heck are you to judge anyone’s talent? Psychologically speaking…I can say with confidence that you ARE the quintessential “loser” kid from high school who still hates the “popular” kids and blames them for all of your loser whoas as an adult. No wonder you ended up a “journaist”. Happens everytime. Your all the same. I would have taken your lunch money in school…everyday…just saying. Hey…great job being a “journalist”.
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There you go, folks. The acme of creation. Truly, God’s finest work.
Wow, someone seems sensitive about being a Nickelback fan.
“I would have taken your lunch money in school…everyday…just saying.” ROFL! He’s probably been saving all of that awesomeness until he could vent it on someone randomly on the internet.
A silverback, on nickleback
Or, to put it another way:
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhgjim2jYx1qbiuveo1_400.gif
I assume a “loser whoa” is like when that loser on Blossom went “WHOAAA!”
And there you have – the apotheosis of Nickelback.
I really HAVE lived too long.
Nickelback gets more pussy in an hour than you will get in a lifetime.
Was this motherfuckin’ cocksuckin’ cocksucker on “Deadwood”?
Looooser whoooooaaaaaaaahs!
“There is no excuse for Nickelback.”
http://notalwaysrelated.com/this-is-how-you-remind-me-i-am-canadian/21013
Oh, so getting pussy equates with being a good musician? I did not know that.
When your the best, expect to be hated by that certain group of people that never will be.
“If you like Nickleback [sic] you hate music.”
Now, that’s succinct.
Well, the fact that the guy can’t spell, has issues with grammar, and thinks that “copping pussy” (and what kind of “pussy” are we talking about?) equals talent, just proves the point: Anyone who thinks Nickelback has talent has, uh, “developmental disability” issues.
Well obviously Nickelback gets more pussy in an hour than the writer will in a lifetime. Because anyone who hates Nickelback must obviously be a homo.
Or something.
All I know is that if Percy Bysshe Shelley had really known how to write lyric poetry, he would have written “I like your pants around your feet” and then rhymed it with “And I like the dirt that’s on your knees” and “While you’re looking up at me.”
Or, to quote Paddy Chayefsky in a similar situation, “Boy that Mickey Spillane, boy can he write!”