Well documented stuff can still fade into relative obscurity. I certainly couldn't tell you about what the cool kids were doing in New York in 1906
Well documented stuff can still fade into relative obscurity. I certainly couldn't tell you about what the cool kids were doing in New York in 1906
Here's a weird thought: a hundred years down the line, people'll be arguing about whether or not you pronounce it "ram-onus" or whatever. Think about how many streets you've seen that are pronounced totally different from how they look, we have a Couch Street here that you're supposed to pronounce "cooch" because it…
He's sweet in the British version, that's the word I keep coming back to. He appears to be doing his level best to help folks. In the American one, its like they put him in a box with another one of himself and shook it to make him angry like a cruel child would with a couple scorpions and then let him loose on some…
The U.K. kitchen nightmares doesn't even feel like the same premise or host as the American one. It's quiet, kind of subdued, there's no reality tv musical stings, and half the time he finds some young kid in the back who has a real spark and nurtures that. They're all on youtube, take a look if you haven't.
Which is a weird decision, since all the empire dudes are evil-posh.
Can't wait to get home and give this a listen. They're really nice guys, buy their stuff.
It makes sense if you think about it. It's a family for people that otherwise don't belong. If you don't fit in as a part of your natural family, your community, your whole conception of society, they'll take you. It's a nationwide network of black sheep, of course they're going to be welcoming. They'll be…
Not bad
Ok
I get into a lot of weird situations in life
I learned recently that the first weed vaporizer was a heat gun exactly like that, which a Native American dude in Holland decided to fuck around with. If memory serves his name was Eagle Bill, I'd have to check the book. If the tools can get you high and cook a pizza, I may need to reconsider work as a painter.
If there's a word for the feeling exactly between pride and disappointment, that is the word explaining how I feel about America right now. I'm glad we didn't, but if somebody had to, it should have been us.
That works for sure. I'm a huge fan of cold pizza, but if you're going to reheat it, you need that crust warmth
That was the best pizza that person will ever eat
Politics were not mentioned at any point. It was honestly more friendly than a lot of thanksgivings I've spent among people that profess to love each other.
It's where you're so from Venezuela that you don't yet have a good command of J sounds and say stuff like "yoogalo." It's not a slight to his character, dude just isn't great at Js. I wish something like that would even rate on a list of my flaws
Move away.
These are largely people who see "I got a concussion at an ICP show" as a badge of honor
A buddy of mine used to be stage manager at a good sized local venue that would host them when they came through. Apparently SOP was to take down basically everything in the place, throw down plastic sheeting, and then plastic wrap everything in Faygo range before putting it back up. You can just imagine how good…
He is correct. Juggalos at least have their weird community that acts as a surrogate for the families that badly, badly failed them, and that works out sometimes. Sublime fans don't have that, they just have bad taste.