mother revoked my assignment as dj for the bbq today because she realised i am in my deathcore phase and she's not keen on headbanging to bmth
now i must redo the playlist
when we’re in the studio and my brothers say, da-ga-da-ga-da cha-ga cha-ga da-da
i translate that to drums and add the tsk-tsk and a bunch of da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da double bass speed bombs a-la joey jordison, rest in peace
et voila
drum parts done and i get paid
"your trouble and strife went round the twist on the bangers. they’re gonna start a right dust-up with the neighbours tomorrow"
what my boyfriend said in his native english about my brothers who bought an insane amount of fireworks for tomorrow
lol we're europeans taking advantage of the freedoms in america rn