You know, bios are a pain in the ass to write and they usually bore the shit out of you. So, here's a nice short story about Wait til Friday. Enjoy!
"The story of Rebeka"
It was late 2004 and Matt was on the waters of the Chesapeake. With a guitar strapped to his back, he jumped onto his gold and black, flame-striped jet ski and rode off into the bay. While cruising through the choppy surf of the Chesapeake, he noticed a glow coming from the shore...what looked to be the silhouette of a fine, and I mean FINE, 20 year old goddess (with a huge rack of course)!
Matt docked his jet ski. He gave it a quick polish with a wipe from his hand as if to simulate the wiping of a lover's buttocks. Matt looked up slowly and whipped his long curly locks back over his head with a strong snap of the neck. Whip...CRACK!
Indeed, it was a goddess he saw from the choppy waters on his jet propelled water machine.
Matt asked, "are you an angel?" The goddess said nothing. "ARE YOU AN ANGEL?" Again, nothing. Just the calming sound of the gentle breeze blowing through the beautiful blonde hair of the goddess which nestled softly back between her ample bosom.
Matt was overcome by her overwhelming beauty and let's not forget, her killer rack! He decided there was only one thing to do.
Matt mounted his jet ski, flung his guitar around to his hands in the best display of pure rockness ever encountered by mankind, and let his fingers create magic on the guitar as he immediately launched himself into rockstar legend.
A blinding glow shot down from the heavens as the goddess quickly ripped off her long white linen dress (so fast that a passer-by could have mistook it for a lighting strike) and straddled herself behind Matt on his jet ski.
"You can call me Rebeka," she said, "I'm yours!"
Matt gave a little smirk to himself, realizing the power of his rock move. The goddess wrapped her hands tightly around Matt's waist and said "go as fast as you want, I like it rough!" "In that case," Matt exclaimed, "LET'S RIDE!"
The two rode off into the sunset.
...Two minutes later, Matt realized what a whinny bitch this goddess was and threw her ass into the water.
On his was back to the dock, he pored out his disappointment in the form of a song..."REBEKA".
And that is the enchanting story of Rebeka.
THE END.
