Maybe. On the other hand, The Dead Pool is creeping up on its 30th anniversary.
Maybe. On the other hand, The Dead Pool is creeping up on its 30th anniversary.
Excluding bands I've lived with, I think it has to be Bad Religion or Thin Skin. Dillinger Escape Plan is probably second. I'd love to see Atheist again, because the first time I saw them, I was just starting to get into metal and I was understandably fatigued seeing them after The Faceless and PsyOpus. Figures that…
Damn it, this is exactly the wrong season to reference DMX's timeless Christmas classic cover: https://www.youtube.com/wat…
the first four records are tax-exempt as fuck, but worst-case scenario, who is going to track down John Doe?
even fucking Fevre Dream would have made a better TV show! if anyone needs me, I'll be in the corner making death metal noises with orifices, but not the ones you'd expect.
As that one asshole who wishes HBO made a Trekesque Tuf Haviland show instead of adapting GOT, *inarticulate expressions of vulgar rage*
This is what happens when you're from Queens and hellbent on gaining the respect of others: best case, you're Spiderman, worst case, you're Donald Trump. 50/50 scenario, you're The Ramones in that sweet spot between Road to Ruin and End of the Century.
Come into my harlot, said the spider to the fly.
And yet her brand of pants have a trusted, timeless quality to them.
It's a Half-Life 2 mod, so probably nobody involved.
If I recall correctly, there's a Goldeneye remake on Steam that's basically this.
I haven't used it, and I've been hospitalized repeatedly for suicide attempts, so I can't exactly say you're wrong. that said, I hate the thumbstick placement, squishy triggers, and geometrically-unintuitive buttons of past dualshock controllers.
There's something about PlayStation controllers that make me want to slit my wrists. It might be my recurring inability to slit my throat!
hey, I spent last night reading Vonnegut and getting trashed, you can't fool me
A man can only lay so much pipe.
I caught him in a three-way with David Brooks' sandwich-fearing friend and Milton Friedman's cab driver!
Tell that to Edward Smith1
I'd argue that Hank III might, but that man is inscrutably subtle.
Freedom of Screech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit.
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick, etc, etc.
What about helicopters?