#1
What is the black sticky thing that sticks in the frets?? and how do I prevent this. Its like a waxy, sticky thing in my frets...
#2
what are you talking about
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#4
a sticky substance.... like I think is the sweat of your fingers plus the dust and it creates a thing that sticks to the frets....
#5
I have no clue what it is. I think its like, skin and other dirt.
I find it no big deal, all i do is just get a razor blade, and scrape it off.
Just dont cut up anything haha.
#6
I think there might be something seriously wrong with your guitar. It might be carrying a fatal disease or something.
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#8
ya just scrape it off
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I'm on my period, wearing no sort of protection, naked on a white chair

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I put my balls inside the sound hole and strummed myself to ectasy

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I like it hairy, that way i can play welcome to the jungle while i have sex!
#10
its resin, u should really wash ur hands after smoking ur weed, apparantly u smoke ALOT!
#11
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its resin, u should really wash ur hands after smoking ur weed, apparantly u smoke ALOT!

hahahahaha
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I'm on my period, wearing no sort of protection, naked on a white chair

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I put my balls inside the sound hole and strummed myself to ectasy

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I like it hairy, that way i can play welcome to the jungle while i have sex!
#12
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use a solvent?

Only stuff made for the fretboard wood that you have.
Never use "under the sink" kind of products.
#13
It's dead skin, sweat, and dust. Clean your guitar and wash your hands before you play avoid playing with sweaty hands.
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