I'm going to guitar center. This is what is sounds like here.

Hehe. I'm going to buy some equipment. And onions. And tits.
I don't even care if Facebook is on.
Oh NO!

I dread having to talk to those Guitar Center clerks.

Always trying to sell me tech I don't need!

I need to join the dollar guitar equipment club.

For the love of Indra, I play a half broken banjo on a back

porch while wearing a straw hat! Stop trying to sell me a

limited edition Fender amp hooked up to a ProTools switch

harmonic arpeggiator descrambler, you fat, clean-cut, fake

hippie!

GRAAAAAAMMMMM!!!!

Hey man, what's up? I play in a metal band. I'm looking for
a Raven cab with a Line-6 head cheap. Can you help me out?

Let me ask you something. What kind of sound are you looking
for? I think what you really need is this Fender Vintage
Reissue '65 Twin Reverb Guitar Combo Amp. 85W and it's only
$1,499.99. Now let me tell you what accessories you'll need...


Gggggrrrhghhghrhhghg DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!

Yyraaaghghghghgghgh

[sandwich eating sounds]

I'd rather you try to sell me a shit sandwich.

(sample:
"Excuse me. Who ordered the hamburger with AIDS?"
"I ordered the hamburger deluxe..."
"In this restarurant, a hamburger deluxe come with french fries, lettuce, tomato, mayo and AIDS! Everything on your goddamn table got AIDS."
"You still ain't makin' me eat no AIDS burger!"
"Well, all you gotta do is say 'Hold the AIDS.' Eat it."
[scuffle]
"Bitch, you come in my house, you gon' eat my food the way I fuckin' make it!")

Oh!

This is what it sounds like when you try to sell me that CRAP!