Yet Another Perk of Being a Rock Star


Never mind the money, the limousines, the luxury box seats, the first cracks at 2014 World Cup betting and the comfort that comes from knowing that waking up in an elevator in a puddle of urine and vodka is considered “all in day’s work.”

One of the greatest perks of being a rock star is that no mater your level of fame–shooting up the charts or barely clinging to one-hit wonder status–there will always be women who want you to autograph their body parts.

You don’t even have to be particularly good–or good looking, for that matter. The fact that Mick Mars of Motley Crue, who looks like the halfway point on the evolution model, has bedded supermodels and Penthouse Pets is just one example of this. I’d take even money at that Mick Mars, accountant, wouldn’t get a second look, let alone a four-girl lap dance.

If the chance to tell your boss to suck it and storm out in a blaze of double-middle-finger glory isn’t enough to convince young folks to learn to play guitar, the never-ending stream of quality trim should be.

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