name says it all

I was thinking of old times and remembered, very fondly, my roommate walking in on us while we stood around with headphones and serious looks on our faces screaming monkey sounds into the microphone. I'm positive that the look on my roommate's…

well go on Peter tell us

I sometimes feel alone with my spaghetti. But I'm never alone when I'm with my drummer! Though being alone with a drummer can be scary. At times such as these - frightened, alone, hungry, with a drummer - I am driven to ask: WWFSMD?