Raise A Bottle Of Whiskey To Lemmy

Lemmy has passed away, after a short battle with an aggressive cancer.

The absolute bad-ass, lived on meat and Jack Daniels. Beans when he wanted to healthy up. He's now up in rocker's paradise, stomping the living shit out of any being daring to fucking bother him with any goddamn ledger.

The good ones die, certainly, at 70 he lived a life and thirteen halves, but yeah. Meanwhile, Taylor Useless Swift and vapid collection of boat anchor raw material Ed Sheeran still sell records.

Son of a bitch.

My first time:


Do not rest in peace, boss, own that fucking place and raid the liquor cabinet.

Dammit.