So my band just played our second gig as professional musicians, it went REALLY WELL. And this is our call to arms, the song we're ending every gig with. Brainwhore!
The story goes that one time my singer and guitarist decided to get chips from Red Rooster. Unfortunately they only got half a box. They asked for more chips, of course. The chick behind the counter them dumped the FRESHLY COOKED CHIPS in the bin, and cooked a new batch after 10 MINUTES OF FUCKING AROUND.