bad girlfriend

sorry for the shitty video.. these nubs need to learn to make vids with out subs

a much better vid

lolz epix!

FF Video was pretty awesome lol... never heard that song before honestly.

Heh, they work well together.

that song is badass its been all over the radio lately

The band is called Theory of a Nickleback...I mean Theory of a Deadman.

Winterbane wrote:The band is called Theory of a Nickleback...I mean Theory of a Deadman.

Glad I'm not the only one that thinks that.

Dude Chad Kroeger discovered AND helps produce their music, what did you think was going to happen?

*In the Studio with Chad Kroeger*

"Ok guys, now here's what I need you to do. Guitars are going to play a muddled riff behind loud held out notes from the rhythm. Drums, pretend your a retard with a metronome, bassist...why are you here again?"

"You..guy with the mic...I want you to sing these lyrics....no those aren't to many words for the line...trust me...just crowbar them in there, then..ok? Just remember, when the chorus hits, sing up half a partial and try to hold the same note with your voice until the end of each line and then hook it down a notch. Trust me, we do this on every song I've ever written and the kids eat it up like chocolate covered crack rocks."

yeah...thats pretty much how a picture a recording session going...

Ok...I was with you until you said choclate covered crack rocks....then I had to daydream

lmao

J1NX wrote:Ok...I was with you until you said choclate covered crack rocks....then I had to daydream

Betcha can't have just one.

Winterbane wrote:Drums, pretend your a retard with a metronome

wtf Pat is their drummer?

Darth_Kitsune wrote:

Winterbane wrote:Drums, pretend your a retard with a metronome

wtf Pat is their drummer?

lawl, damn you got to it before me!

Hey, don't laugh...

It means Pat can make it in Hollywood's music scene...

... you need to hang out with pat more before you jump to conclusions...

lol...its ok, I know Pat's quiet, but thats ok for Drummers.

Winterbane wrote:Hey, don't laugh...

It means Pat can make it in Hollywood's music scene...

well Pat is DJ Tricky Bastard

Ok, after tonight, no more shit can be talked about Trick's drumming abilities.

The man was able to keep up and rock shit hard last night and it was all on medium.

Man is becoming the drummer we needed whether he wanted to or not.

J1NX wrote:Ok, after tonight, no more shit can be talked about Trick's drumming abilities.

The man was able to keep up and rock shit hard last night and it was all on medium.

Man is becoming the drummer we needed whether he wanted to or not.

im not talking about his drumming abilities, im talking about pat in hollywood... can you imagine that? i'd be scared, pat would walk down the road looking for pussy, and find a hooker only to get her back to his place just to find out its a tranny. in the scurry of confusion he finds himself in a situation that no man should find himself in, unless hes in prison, and when he gets done, he has no money, no kidney, and hes gay. He tells his band mates they begin to treat him differently and the band breaks up...
thats what i see happening if pat ever goes to hollywood in a band

Aceofspades wrote:

J1NX wrote:Ok, after tonight, no more shit can be talked about Trick's drumming abilities.

The man was able to keep up and rock shit hard last night and it was all on medium.

Man is becoming the drummer we needed whether he wanted to or not.

im not talking about his drumming abilities, im talking about pat in hollywood... can you imagine that? i'd be scared, pat would walk down the road looking for pussy, and find a hooker only to get her back to his place just to find out its a tranny. in the scurry of confusion he finds himself in a situation that no man should find himself in, unless hes in prison, and when he gets done, he has no money, no kidney, and hes gay. He tells his band mates they begin to treat him differently and the band breaks up...
thats what i see happening if pat ever goes to hollywood in a band

Or he'll get adopted by some strange Andy Warhol like figure who will transform him into Hollywood's mysterious "it-man" for a month, get him addicted to all sorts of bizarre pharmaceuticals and high-class Asian hookers, and then when Pat's benefactor finds some new young punk Pat will go on a wild rampage of booze and broads, and finally end up in prison where he'll convert to Islam and write a best-seller about his rise and fall from fame. He'll disappear from the limelight for a decade or so, until without warning he develops a cult following among disillusioned college undergrads who spray paint depictions of his sheepish grin and shaggy locks all over downtown street signs and parking meters.

Bam. Pat has a Posse.

HematiteBones wrote:

Aceofspades wrote:

J1NX wrote:Ok, after tonight, no more shit can be talked about Trick's drumming abilities.

The man was able to keep up and rock shit hard last night and it was all on medium.

Man is becoming the drummer we needed whether he wanted to or not.

im not talking about his drumming abilities, im talking about pat in hollywood... can you imagine that? i'd be scared, pat would walk down the road looking for pussy, and find a hooker only to get her back to his place just to find out its a tranny. in the scurry of confusion he finds himself in a situation that no man should find himself in, unless hes in prison, and when he gets done, he has no money, no kidney, and hes gay. He tells his band mates they begin to treat him differently and the band breaks up...
thats what i see happening if pat ever goes to hollywood in a band

Or he'll get adopted by some strange Andy Warhol like figure who will transform him into Hollywood's mysterious "it-man" for a month, get him addicted to all sorts of bizarre pharmaceuticals and high-class Asian hookers, and then when Pat's benefactor finds some new young punk Pat will go on a wild rampage of booze and broads, and finally end up in prison where he'll convert to Islam and write a best-seller about his rise and fall from fame. He'll disappear from the limelight for a decade or so, until without warning he develops a cult following among disillusioned college undergrads who spray paint depictions of his sheepish grin and shaggy locks all over downtown street signs and parking meters.

Bam. Pat has a Posse.

More likely is a story of a more twisted nature. Upon Pat's arrival in Hollywood he does the one thing all starving musicians do as soon as they get to hollywood, get a job as a waiter in a diner. As he slings runny eggs and sides of bacon that closely resemble the state he is in himself, he finds himself strangely drawn to the overweight Haitian lady that works the smoking section. Her dark skin and warm, rich accent make him think of her night and day as he frequents club after club trying to land himself that big recording deal where he can make his life really turn around.

After about 6 months of trying his best to be a big mover and shaker in the music scene he lands a gig playing drums in a Billy Idol cover band, playing White Wedding night after night causing it to affect his brain and give him just enough need to not only get married, but bleach the skin of his beloved Haitian bride to be. Dressed as the grim reaper and wielding a tranquilizer gun he intends on kidnapping his dream woman after her shift is over and waits patiently in his car. After the ebony goddess descends the steps from the diner to the parking lot Pat begins to exit his vehicle when he hears a loud honk and a car pulls up. The driver, a young black man with a big smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hand. The happy couple embraces in the parking lot, as a bony grim reaper suit begins to cross the parking lot out of view. Using the tranquilizer gun, Pat will drug them both and throw them in the back of the young man's car before driving away.

As the haitian princess comes around and realizes where she is she tries to scream, only to find her mouth has been taped over with duct tape. She tries to scan the room for signs of where she and sees Death itself sitting beside a large porcielin tub overflowing with water and some white substance. As the reaper makes his way to her, he unfastens her shackles and carries her, thrashing in fear, to the tub. As she tries to push back against his larger form, she catches glimpse of the young black man that had proposed to her earlier in the evening, his entire body dismembered. Fainting from the shear overwhelming fear, she falls limp in his hands, as poor misguided Patrick raises her high and submerges her in the tub.

As the water passes over her head and she feels the horrible burning sensation all over her body she realizes that there is more than water and soap in the tub she is in. Far worse than she will ever know, the reaper that held her underwater had only moments before she awoke, filled the tub to overflowing with a mixture of lye and sulfuric acid. The haitian woman attempted to scream and jerk from under his grasp, but was against a more powerful force than fear. She was up against pure love.

As her fighting subsided and she grew limp Pat would leave her a few moments before dredging her from the tub and remarking at how pristinely white her skin had turned. Hoisting her into his arms, Death had his pure white bride that he wanted so much. Now with his love so clsoe to him he writes the only version of his story in a large leather bound journal and covers it in a dust jacket that proudly displays the name, "Happily Ever After" and sends it to be made into several copies. These copies are then distributed among the world's leading publishers where upon Patrick makes millions.

Years later as Patrick dies a crippled old millionaire, he gives his faithful man-servant a map that will lead him to the very reaper costume and inside the pocket the wallet of the woman he loved all the way until his death.

wow... that is well... disturbing at the very least

J1NX wrote:More likely is a story of a more twisted nature. Upon Pat's arrival in Hollywood he does the one thing all starving musicians do as soon as they get to hollywood, get a job as a waiter in a diner. As he slings runny eggs and sides of bacon that closely resemble the state he is in himself, he finds himself strangely drawn to the overweight Haitian lady that works the smoking section. Her dark skin and warm, rich accent make him think of her night and day as he frequents club after club trying to land himself that big recording deal where he can make his life really turn around.

After about 6 months of trying his best to be a big mover and shaker in the music scene he lands a gig playing drums in a Billy Idol cover band, playing White Wedding night after night causing it to affect his brain and give him just enough need to not only get married, but bleach the skin of his beloved Haitian bride to be. Dressed as the grim reaper and wielding a tranquilizer gun he intends on kidnapping his dream woman after her shift is over and waits patiently in his car. After the ebony goddess descends the steps from the diner to the parking lot Pat begins to exit his vehicle when he hears a loud honk and a car pulls up. The driver, a young black man with a big smile on his face and a bouquet of roses in his hand. The happy couple embraces in the parking lot, as a bony grim reaper suit begins to cross the parking lot out of view. Using the tranquilizer gun, Pat will drug them both and throw them in the back of the young man's car before driving away.

As the haitian princess comes around and realizes where she is she tries to scream, only to find her mouth has been taped over with duct tape. She tries to scan the room for signs of where she and sees Death itself sitting beside a large porcielin tub overflowing with water and some white substance. As the reaper makes his way to her, he unfastens her shackles and carries her, thrashing in fear, to the tub. As she tries to push back against his larger form, she catches glimpse of the young black man that had proposed to her earlier in the evening, his entire body dismembered. Fainting from the shear overwhelming fear, she falls limp in his hands, as poor misguided Patrick raises her high and submerges her in the tub.

As the water passes over her head and she feels the horrible burning sensation all over her body she realizes that there is more than water and soap in the tub she is in. Far worse than she will ever know, the reaper that held her underwater had only moments before she awoke, filled the tub to overflowing with a mixture of lye and sulfuric acid. The haitian woman attempted to scream and jerk from under his grasp, but was against a more powerful force than fear. She was up against pure love.

As her fighting subsided and she grew limp Pat would leave her a few moments before dredging her from the tub and remarking at how pristinely white her skin had turned. Hoisting her into his arms, Death had his pure white bride that he wanted so much. Now with his love so clsoe to him he writes the only version of his story in a large leather bound journal and covers it in a dust jacket that proudly displays the name, "Happily Ever After" and sends it to be made into several copies. These copies are then distributed among the world's leading publishers where upon Patrick makes millions.

Years later as Patrick dies a crippled old millionaire, he gives his faithful man-servant a map that will lead him to the very reaper costume and inside the pocket the wallet of the woman he loved all the way until his death.

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Just jesus christ dude... its so true....

lawl, that is pretty epix because its very possible... the only thing i have to say is i cant see pat ever working in a dinner "slinging runny eggs and sides of bacon". hell i cant see him working in a dinner period!