They're like money. Never there when you need it, always there when you don't.:evil: This is what happened: First of all, the place I call home consists of- why are you so curious? Do you want me to get MAD???!!!! Sorry... Sugar... anyway, I have this guitar which just rots away taking up space on my be. It's a classical !ick! guitar, thats why its rotting. So anyway, my neighbour comes and says, Can I leave my guitar at your place? I said sure, he has an electric, so I just agreed. Now 2 guitars and an amp rot on my bed. Then my other neighbour comes. He also wanted me to 'keep' his guitar (what am I, a freaking STOREHOUSE???) until... TODAY. So today I call both of them. And both  of em are 'out'.So here's the thing, 3 guitars and an amp on my bed. WHERE THE **** DO I SLEEP DANG IT???:evil: I am so gonna throw one of the guitars out of the window (four floors, good luck to the guitar) Unless they claim it.... FOR A PRICE!!! MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAAAA- hack cough choke *dies*

UZIEL OUT