Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, this is what I'm talking about. Let's rock and roll!
He doesn't have a little hand or a little foot.
The passionate passionate Night Man
One on top and one on bottom
You got, uh, graphite reinforced neck, 35 inch scale, two humbuckers.
Oh, yeah.
What the hell is this, a page from a coloring book?
Well, can I at least pick the name of the band? What do you got?
And friendship for everyone
I mean, the idea is to trick the moms into letting the kids bop with us.
A brokeass bitch with a gayass crew
Frank's absolutely right. How can we be rock stars if we're not living like rock stars?
I don't even wanna growl. I'm not a growler. Wait.
Charlie, I was gonna say his foot looks small.
You are a bad, bad person.
Oh, I've been huffing glue, guys.
Okay, if I'm gonna break up with this guy, I need some proof.
All right, stop! Stop! Why are you not singing?
Are you ready? Yeah. Let me see it.
Day... Day Man Day Man.
Hair so fried and bleached by Clorox
No, no. I'm Simon and you're Garfunkel, if anything. No. You're Axl. I'm Slash.
Why don't we put the curtains back up? No, no.
All right, here's the song.
What's up, man? Hey, man. How's it going?
Artistic direction? You guys don't even play instruments.
Oh, lives with his mom. I think I'll be taking that point back.
Mm-hmm. Yo, later, fellas.
Well, uh, it doesn't sound very good.