An End to Witty CommentaryAs a rock star you are constantly surrounded by people who think you s**t velvet, and those people have probably led you to believe that you're a pretty funny guy. But here' the thing: you're not. Like at all. If I wanted to see some a*****e laugh at a couple of his own nonsensical stories I'd get drunk at my dad' place. At least there'd be a good fistfight involved.
Just remember Mick, you're going to need those hilarious anecdotes when you're trying to distract the drunk sorority girls from realizing they're having an orgy in a porta-john with a septuagenarian.
So that was simple enough. But now on to the real offenders. The throngs of people stupid enough to pay money to see these assholes in the first place.