Tim loves all his babies.
Like god loves all his children?
Our Father, which art in Devon,
Excellent be thy Hair.
Thy Pickups come.
Thy tone be done,
in set necks as it is in bolt ons.
Give us this day our daily rewinds.
And forgive us our GASses,
As we forgive them that GAS against us.
And lead us not into Muddiness;
But deliver us from Seymour Duncan:
For thine is Wound, made and played the traditional way --- by hand,
For ever and ever.
Amen.
erm...off topic but I'd been waiting to post that and it wasn't worth starting a new thread for.