Rock Star

Those days were amazing.

Being a kid, you know, what else was I|to do but to live the Dragon?

I'd study the music note for note.|I read every interview.

Copied every outfit, every move,|you know, every look.

My pursuit ofperfection|was relentless,

The music deserved that,

All right, ladies, Spread them,

Rob, you're not nailing the squeal.

I have no idea|what you're talking about.

Check it out.

Play it like that.

That's it.|That's a ping, not a squeal.

-Sounds just like the tape, man.|-No. Raunchier.

Again, please.

That was great. Thank you.

From the top.

Hold on!

Hey, Jeremy, no.

What are you doing?|You know what this is?

LuDricator, signed by all five|band members with the original cover.

Look. Jorgen's name is misspelled.|It should be an "E."

You know how much I can get for it?

Peace to you too, dude.|Try it like this.

Mom?|Mom, isn't my room off-limits?

I'm sorry, Chris.|Oh, what were you doing?

-How are you?|-Good. How's Willard?

-He's fine. You look nice.|-Thank you.

Here, hold on.|You got a smudge.

-Bye. Gotta run.|-Bye. Love you.

Love you too. Bye.

I need more power! I want more!

Come on, come on.

Nina and Samantha!

Hey, Chris.

-Coming to my show in a week?|-Of course.

-Want to hand out fliers?|-Absolutely.

-You guys look awesome.|-Bye.

We're a band called Blood Pollution...

...a Steel Dragon tribute band,|the best in Pittsburgh.

Thank you.

I wrote this one for someone|who ripped out my heart.

And put it through a bloody blender!

That's right.

This one's for IKim, who makes me|want to stand up and shout.

Em, I'll be right back, okay?

Excuse me.

You think I could have one?

Not without a blowjob and a sex|change, pal. But have a nice day.

-Come on, girls. This way.|-See you, Chris.

Oh, that was awesome!

That was the heaviest|since Columbus in '77.

Heavier than the Demented tour.

-I ask you, did they not rock?|-They totally rocked.

Guys.

What the...?

Come on.

Oh, I thought I smelled pussy.

Look who's here.

-If it isn't Yoko Ono and the Fag Five.|-What are you doing?

Making sure nobody sees|some cut-rate copy band.

Cut-rate? This dude can't|even tune his own guitar.

-You could work on your lip-synch.|-I don't lip-synch.

Be doing everyone a favor if you did.

You could get the outfit right.

Boots from the Wasted tour|and a cheap Twistedjacket.

You are so fully wrong, cocksmoker.|This is official issue.

The actual vest Bobby wore|on the Twisted tour.

My dad bought it from someone|who knows them.

Sorry, but your dad got ripped.

The lapels should be blue,|there's no green in the embroidery.

As a matter of fact,|can anybody here honestly say...

...they've ever seen Bobby Beers|with a jacket with red lapels?

-No, I can't.|-I don't think so.

You can make me his pants.

Or did she already rip out|the Dodge seats?

No. First tell me what you put there|to make people think you're a guy.

-This is all me, baby.|-You and a few ballet slippers.

-You want a piece of me?|-No, I'm good.

-Want to see how a real man--|-Don't touch her.

-Let go of my cape.|-Let go of my cape!

Get your ass out of bed.

Get out of here.

-Let's go. Get up.|-Get out of here.

Move it.

Where you hiding|your stash these days?

Get out! I didn't do anything.

That's the problem.|You never do anything.

-Get out of here, pig!|-God-- F*cking--

Come on!

Mom! Mom!

Jeez, boys. Quit. Break it up.|Chris, give him a break. Come on.

-Stop it!|-Tell him to get out!

-Used to be my room.|-Not anymore!

Because I moved out when I was 18.

-We're having breakfast.|-IKeep him out!

Get ready for work.|Will you go downstairs?

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