Let me tell you a story about those two fruits of my loins (whom, BTW, would kill me if they knew I called them that). When they were young teenagers, they convinced me to take them to a movie called "Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny." They told me it was Jack Black and some dude looking for a magical guitar pick so it sounded like no biggie. We go to the movie, and I settle in for a good nap like I did on all their movies.
All of a sudden, there's this horrible screaming, I wake up and some devil with a giant dick is chasing Jack Black. Who might have been running with a bong.
My sons did not get to see if Tenacious D found their magical guitar pick...at least until they grew up and moved out.
This. Is. Us.
