As Adam and Brad are on their way back to their classes, Adam turns to the exit doors and notices that the coast is clear. "Wait! Don't go yet!" He called to Brad. "Dude, no! We're gonna get caught."
"No we're not. The coast is completely clear."
"Fine." Brad sighed as he followed Adam out the doors. "Now what?"
"Wanna join my band?"
"Fuck yeah! What can I do?"
"Play bass."
"Fuck! I don't know how to play bass."
"It's okay. I'll teach you." Adam said. "My friend Neil from my old school will be there too. We're going to his house to jam in his basement."
"Sweet!" Brad exclaimed as they go to Neil's house. "Who the fuck are you?!"
"I'm Brad. I go to his school."
"I don't know man. You seem a little suspicious."
"Uh... Why?"
"You look like some kind of criminal that steals stuff from people's houses and then tortures them alive." Neil said as Brad turned to Adam. "Is he high?"
"Uh... A little bit?"
"The fuck do you mean a little bit?"
"He didn't smoke that much pot."
"And how would you know? Were you here with him this whole time?"
"Okay, maybe he did smoke that much, but trust me, when he's not high or drunk, he's one of the coolest people you'll ever know."
"He already is!" Brad exclaimed as he turned back to Neil. "Hey man, can I have some pot too?"
"Sure but only if you promise not to kidnap me."
"I won't."
"Alright then." Neil said as he threw Brad a bag of pot. "Two of Neil's friends will be in the band too, Phil and Joe." Adam said. "Fuck yeah! Our school is gonna love us now!" Brad exclaimed.
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The History of Three Days Grace
HumorThree Days Grace is one of the most successful modern rock bands in the game, but how did it all start? Well, wonder no more because it's all right here. NOTE: This story is just for comedy purposes, so if you want the real story of how they became...
