Once upon a times, there was a handsomes guitarists whats was de fastest guitarist in de worlds. Ones days, he was approached by one of his fans whiles he was backstage…
Yous: Gee Skwisgaar, hows you gets to plays de guitars way betters than mes?
Skwisgaar: Wells, yous gots to practice for a million, krillion days, to becomes as good as mes.
Yous: Wows, dey don’ts calls you de fastest guitarists for nothings.
Me: Ja, dats rights. Nows, if you don’t mind, it’s almost times for my solos.
Yous: Plays good [gasps] buts don’ts makes anys mistakes: you knows how de audience ams a fickles mistress-
Me: Ha! [looks over his shoulder] I’s don’ts makes mistakes. [leaves]
Yous: [gasps] Wows!
He lefts majesticallies to de stages and played withouts missing a notes.
And in de end, he ams gots all de groupies.
Hows you likes dat, sisters??
And for you informations, my nashkonalities ams Swedes.