Steven Adler (pictured keg left, or is that keg right?) recently cheated me of my god given right to make tasteless and cliché jokes about the Guns n' Roses/Velvet Revolver situation from behind the safety and anonymity of my keyboard. There I stood, all primed and ready to assail you with a fistful of irony when Sheldon Tarsha announced that he was leaving Adler's Appetite earlier this week. Aww shucks, another Guns N' Roses spin-off without a lead singer. Who would possibly replace Tarsha? Axl Rose? Art Garfunkel? Scott Weila....wait... Adler hired a new lead singer already...Rick Stitch.

What the fuck Adler? You're supposed to draw out the audition process for at least six months to allow wannabe journalist to ply their trade. That's how it works 'round here, savvy?!

Wait, I get it. It's like you quickly hire an available guy with nice pipes and tight jeans and get him to sing your songs so you don't have to cancel your gigs and destroy your career.

My only hope is that Adler stole Rick Stitch from Velvet Revolver, leaving the aforementioned turd alone and abandoned to it's fate.

For those keeping score at home:
 Guns N' Roses 3648, Velvet Revolver 52, Adler's Appetite 2 (Adler gets at least two points for not being dead and hiring a lead singer)