“Could you guys gesture at the guitars?” “What?” “Huh?” “Why?” “Just try it once.” “I dunno.” “You sure?” “Eh.” “GESTURE AT THE FUCKING GUITARS!” … “Thank you.” OR Matt Busch, you are too skinny. Eat some potato chips and wash them down with melted butter. OR “Hey, Garcia, here’s your new guitar.” “Put some bullshit … Continue reading A Bus(c)h And A Mountain (And Trixie And Some Guitars And An Actual Mountain)*