How I wish I could grow me a great beard, I would buy a shiny Les Paul and swing it the way Billy Gibbon does.
Gee, too much of daydreaming can drift yourself away bwoy.
Seriously, I love Billy. He's the type of person who does not give a fuck. He'll wail his ax and sweep the shit out of everyone. He's just too immortal for a blues god.
And he does his magic with his beard.
One sick motherfucker.
Okay, let's get back to work. And downloading albums. Gawdblesstheinternet.