Their was this wig shop in Los Angeles I used to go to when I lived in L.A. Why did I go there? Because all the posers in the rock bands used to hang out there. Of course, they were all dirty white trash losers with mouth sores and diarreah of the genitals, but they always had a bunch of girls following them around so it was a great place to meet those nasty little poop smelling slutz.
I remember these guys came in wearing hot dogs in their pants one day, because you could smell the Oscar Meyer smell all through the store. The owner even puked all over one of his wigs, but C.C. Creampie or whatever his name is, still bought the wig. He said he liked the yellow spots in it. Come to find out that they were this band. They were nice guys really, they just smelled like an ecoli infested swarm of pooping maggots.
I told them to get rid of the Oscar Meyers, but they insisted that this is what the ladies wanted. But they really were nice guys and they loved those wig shops. They did this special dance when they got up to the window of the wig shops. Its called the hot dog dance, because the Oscar Meyers that they put in their pants would slide out the top of their trousers when they did the wig dance, and the ladies would pull em out and eat em for lunch. They didn't cook the dogs just ate em cold.
Wow, Hollywood, Poison, wigs, dogs, what memories. They had a song called Every cowboy has a thorn, what a great song. They still play gigs at the grocery stores and just recorded a new album for Oscar Meyer records, called "Look at that wig in the window, I got a doggie in my pants". Eat your Oscar Meyers Poison, you won't be eating at the Steakhouse anymore.