My Dad Is A Huge Rock And

I Guess You Could Say There Are Two Slashes. There's The Crazy, Rock-and-roll Slash, He's Wild. And Then There's The Real Slash- He Collects Miniature Soaps And Treats His Hookers Real Nice.

I Am Married And I Have Two Kids Now, And I Love Them All To Death. So I Am Trying To Put All That Together And Maintain The Same Pace I've Been Keeping. But Really, I Relish What We Do. A Year And A Half Sounds Like A Cakewalk To Me.

I Don't Physically Put Appetite For Destruction In And Listen To It, But I Hear It On The Radio Or At Sporting Events Or Wherever Else It Pops Up, And It's Great. I Dig Everything About It. When I Hear Appetite, It Sounds Like Exactly What It Was. It Sounds Like A Record Made By An Angry Bunch Of Kids.

As For Guns N' Roses, I Don't Think There's Ever A Chance Of A Reunion.

An Anagram Of Axl Rose Is Oral Sex. Why Do I Know? Because When I'm Not Playing Music I Love Solving Erotic Jumbles.