Lucy Quinn

SAW THIS IN A SHOP WITH “THIS FUCKING ROCKS” STICKER ON IT SO TOOK IT TO COUNTER AND SLAMMED IT DOWN AND SHOUTED AT DUDE WORKING THERE “HOW MUCH?” WHEN HE ANSWERED I SAID “NOT THE PRICE DILLWEED, HOW MUCH DOES IT ROCK?” DILWEED’S ANSWER IS LIKE SHRUG, “I dunno, a lot?” WHICH WINDS ME UP ‘COS HE’S BEING A PUSSY ABOUT IT AND I SAY “I WANT IT TO ROCK MY SOCKS CLEAN OFF MY FEET, IS IT GONNA DO THAT?” AND HE’S ALL LIKE, “Yeah it will.” SO I’M LIKE, “YEAH I’LL TAKE IT.”
GET IT HOME AND PUT IT ON, TURNING IT UP AND SOME GUY STARTS TALKING TO HIS ‘BABY’ ABOUT FASHION AND I START THINKING ‘WHAT KIND OF NANCY BULLSHIT HAVE I GOT INTO HERE?’ BUT THEN SOME NOISE STARTS HUMMING AND I START THINKING ‘WHAT KIND OF NOISE RUBBISH HAVE I GOT MYSELF INTO HERE?’ AND THEN AFTER A MINUTE OF GETTING ANGRY COS I GOT BURNED INTO BUYING SOME ARTSY RUBBISH THE BAND KICK IN ALL JABBING RIFFS AND YELLING TIL THEY’RE HORSE AND I GO WILD, SMASHING UP THE ROOM WITH PART ANGER AND PART HXXXXX JOY. MAN, THERE’S LIKE A