That's it, Transducer. You, me, dirty handicapped stall at the Cat and Fiddle. Bring your best used syringe.
That's it, Transducer. You, me, dirty handicapped stall at the Cat and Fiddle. Bring your best used syringe.
And it looks like they're getting each other ready to go back. Eesh.
*ogles girl's cleavage*
Paella? Anal leakage? How?
I prefer to shoot fratboys up with a nice bit of black tar when they pass out at my place. Just to show them what life is really like.
*accidentally spills coffee on ascot, angrily slams fists on desk*
Prison Wine's anger at this makes me happy…and makes me not miss East Texas. In around '03 before I moved to Los Angeles, my stepdad purchased a lighter with a rebel flag on it and "Git R Done" superimposed over the flag design.
laughing so hard at the Beth Ditto ice cream cake username
Psh, like I'm going to listen to Oliver North tell me what good music is.
And what fucking alternate universe am I in where Pearl Jam sucks? Granted, I wasn't crazy about Binaural -> Self-Titled, but I'll vehemently defend everything that band ever does up to the point that they're elderly and doing Kidz Bop songs for Ensure and Depends money, and I'll probably even kiss their wrinkly asses…
Seconding the Lanegan love - I got to see he and Greg Dulli play at the Troubadour a few weeks ago (An Evening With The Gutter Twins or some such) and it was easily one of the best live shows I've ever been to. Fantastic, fantastic stuff - they played a few Gutter Twins songs, then launched into some pretty scorching…
Wasn't Navarro always a douchebag, though, or is that just ever since he started off his Camp Freddy Radio show on Indie1031 before it bit the dust?
Riff, you sound a little bitter there.
Wrong it up, Nabin!
I've never been as furious at anyone as I am right now at TransducerX. I'm seriously balling my fists up in rage and alternating between fits of weeping, gnashing my teeth, and screaming.
College 2: Rohypnol Boogaloo
*drowns broctune's entire family*
Can we jettison Fake Bellona too? This shit is about as funny as crib death.
FRITO DRINKS FROM THE MENSTRUAL CUP
YEEAHHH.
"There are six slightly obese ducks out there, and they all want 100-Calorie Packs of Sun Chips!"