what the heck is the guy saying below me?

The one-man divorce force know as Bill Overbeck has got six strings, two wheels, and a single calling: Tonin’ and Bonin’. That’s him straddlin’ that fuelmule with an unwired riff-rifle lookin like a highly decorated member of Pudgemont’s Canorous Calvary. He’s like a living, breathing tone-cano (which is a volcano that erupts tone). Out in the entity’s realm he played a ton of Maroon V hits, and had some Maroons A through U sprinkled in between encores. And from what I hear, there wasn’t a dry eye or skirt in the house. Fortunately acoustics float, and that kept our man Bill from drowning in ass. Nevertheless, swatting away an army of tail can be taxing after you put some hours in running on the shredmill, so Bill’s retirement from that panty pit was inevitable.

+rep Good survivor and gr8 teammate!