All right, I do anything for Rock Wars, but I won't do that. I'm not gonna play the rest. I can't do it.

Oh, it's candy!

The man's trying to eat!

I forgot to say, it's how did this ever become a hit?

And how did he say, no, six minutes isn't enough. Two more!

All right, we get it. You'll do anything for love, but, uh, well, I can't play all of that.

Awful. Front butt wouldn't even get through that whole thing.

It's the front butt poop show. I got to take a dump. I mean, a hefty one, two, I had some Mexican food.

And the new guy, led in the back door last night, was not kind about it.

So I'm gonna use an eight-minute song to go use the bathroom front butt.

And there's a thing about radio. Everybody's had that. Not so much with computers anymore, but in the days of CDs and everything else.

Oh, yeah, you'd time them.

Oh, yeah, seven minutes long.

I was at ASU when I was first starting out.

Jane's addiction, three days, because it was 12 minutes. I could fit in a sit-down job and a smoke break at the same time.

It's still come back. Well, not at the same time.

Well, it's separate times. You weren't smoking and dumping.

Oh, it depends. That's classless.

Hey, it's like I'm eating on the toilet.

What's wrong with that? Front butt does it all the time. Sometimes not even in the bathroom.

That's in college. I didn't have any class.

Back in front, that's phasic like a Jackson Pollock painting after Thursday.

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