*...waking up after poke recovery test...*
"What the hell....what are you doing here? Whoa, man, I had this horrible dream of eating maids and skittles and sheep...hey, where's my pillow? And how come I'm doing the Grimmjow Dance??? And wearing this stupid hat? Wait, is this my house or your house? If this is my house, you'd better start washing dishes or put on a load of clothes or something, or maybe even put on an apron or.....This isn't my house? Oh, my bad...."

What you should be listening to right now, if you love rock as much as I do:
Creed--- Weathered
Avenged Sevenfold--- Critical Acclaim
Guar--- Bring Back the Bomb
Slayer--- Raining Blood
So how does it feel to know that someone's kid in the heart of America has blood on their hands, fighting to defend your rights so you can maintain the lifestyle that insults this family's existence?