"The drummer has this story about his high school football days. He's told it like, 592 times. I mean, it does have sports and a cheerleading accident, but c'mon, get something new."
"You guys wanna fly?! No, really. I'm going to Florida after this and I've run out of things to talk about with my bandmates."
He also had Miguel branded shoes and laces. He was starting to suspect this might be a trick directly at only him.
Miguel was a huge investor in Miguel branded earpieces. It wasn't his business, it was just a huge coincidence.
It's everybody.
Maybe not the easiest path to fame, but ok.
Or he fought the bird he stole his wings from. I bet I'd put up quite a fight if someone tried to tear off my wings for a jacket.
And someone's ripped his jeans at the knees. Maybe he got into a fight with a dog.
It's Miguel!
They're playing music, which can only mean that...
Hot steppin'
The rare multi photo bomb.
They politely smiled for six knock knock jokes before they told me to scram.
"You want to borrow mine? Wait, are these prescription? I can't see shit."