HAAAHAA!! That's my new signature!
When I introduced my brother to Lars:
"Roger, this is Lars. Lars, this is Cancerboy."
"Cancerboy! You made it!"
I've got the ultimate story of my lead guitarist Kevin:
Kevin was lost during the Stratovarius show. When I realised we hadn't seen him in an hour and a half, I went to go find him. Missed them playing Hunting High and Low, damnit! I look everywhere, not to be found. Went to my car, not there. Just as I'm heading back, Kevin stumbles down the ramp of the parking structure, DRUNK, shirtless, shirt filled with dried puke, and his whole chest is covered with sharpie marker stars, and signed by "Laura". He tries to get into my still-locked truck, and I dropped the tailgate to let him sit down and try to sober him up and get an explanation as to why he looks like a bathroom stall's wall! He immediately flops down, and starts snoring. OUT. sawing logs. A half hour later, Jeremy and Roger come to the car.
"Where's Kevin?"
"See those shoes? That's Kevin."
We try to wake him up. Not working. Slapping him. Shaking him violently. We decide to lift him up and put him in the back seat. He immediately jumps up, and says, "You guys are killing me." and makes a bee-line for the back seat, jumps in, sits perfectly still, and tries to not be drunk as hell. The whole drive home, was filled with "You guys are killing me." "You guys are killing me, dawg."
We get to the hotel room, trying to put a shirt on him so we don't get kicked out, "You guys are killing me." He crashes on the bed, and giggles foolishly. I try to get him to drink some gatorade so he's not hung over like a bastard in the morning, so I try to sit him up, and I get yet another "You guys are killing me." I tell him again to drink some gatorade, then somehow, miraculously, he remembers that Jeremy brought some multivitamins, and some vitamin B to help kill any hangovers. And he's laying on the bed, and says, "How 'boutchu hook me up with some of that vitamin B?" We're just cracking up uncontrollably at this point! And we say okay, sit up so you can swallow it. "You guys are killing me!" You doucher, you just ASKED us for it! And we're killing you??? Unstoppable laughter at this point.
Then he gets up to go puke again, and sees his chest, and flips his lid! "WHOAH! What happened to ME?" We were trying to figure that out ourselves!!
So whoever "Laura" is, thank you for the best laughs and the funniest 12-hour drive home ever. "You want fries with that?"--"How 'bout some of that vitamin B!" "Wanna stop at this rest area?"--"You guys are killing me."