The US Air Guitar Championships are in town this weekend. I'll be staying far away from B.B. King's (the venue) as I'm not a fan of this "art form" you see. Well, I kinda stay far away from B.B. King's anyway but that's beside the point.You know, in terms of gruesome fates, having to watch people earnestly play air guitar for hours on end is second only to being strapped down and force fed mayonnaise by a tag team comprised of Al Roker and The Hoff sporting his tightest salami squisher.
That's some cruel and unusual shit. In fact, this event needs to be put on Amnesty International's watch list, if you ask moi. Somebody make it stop.
