no if no jat sirf butt.

there are so many women in such vicinity. so much 'hau' to be had. but there's a heavy air of incompatibility that hangs low. its in the sweet smell of winter-onset in the inadvertent bead of sweat in the cold, in the frowns, in every gait. There's plastic beauty and all that can entice.

i was just pretentiously trying to be prolific above.

now heres the deal Antaragni is on. The biggest college festival in the country (debatable) and the biggest college rock competition(not debatable). so what does it take to be a rock band? hot pipe hitting chicks with the band, fat "hey ho, i'm EMO" dressed-in-black black guys or the shitty sound check and shittier lyric in their song. the guy with long hair would go "check check ..... check check (me out i am making noise) yeah..ooohh aahhh ohhhh yeah aahhhhh and (orgasm)." and then they would puke while growling and all sorts of oral and vocal oddity. The only part in all of this that is enjoyable is the smoking smoking-hot chick. yeah. no one likes classic rock these days.
why dont you like classic rock?
why don't you die?

its simple there are only three things to be admired
Bandi (recklessly hot)
gana
khana.

and the dressing is food for thought too. the shabby i-am-so-free appearance has to have just the right amount of shabbiness. a little slip or a small crease is dealt with haste in order to conform to the 'freedom with the right amount of shabbiness'. some freedom. punks.

so heres a theory how they got their enviably long hair. Its has a Two Deep Breaths mechanism.
First deep breath : ...and nothing. but wait, did your balls fall off?
Second deep breath : and lo! magically all of the fat disappeared and the head puked out tonnes of hair. awesomeness. i am blinded. but you my dear have no balls now. aha ahaha ahahahahahah.