The merciless and relentless verbal abuse and banter I "witnessed" sitting behind them in the 96-99 era was something truly magnificent. You had to feel bad for them every time they turned around to yell back. They had no idea what they were in for...
History of rock and roll recording. Incredible. One "lecture" only involved listening and going through the production details of "whole lotta love" and "a day in the life"
“KNOW YOUR DOPE FIEND. YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT! You will not be able to see his eyes because of the Tea-Shades, but his knuckles will be white from inner tension and his pants will be crusted with semen from constantly jacking off when he can't find a rape victim. He will stagger and babble when questioned. He will not respect your badge. The Dope Fiend fears nothing. He will attack, for no reason, with every weapon at his command-including yours. BEWARE. Any officer apprehending a suspected marijuana addict should use all necessary force immediately. One stitch in time (on him) will usually save nine on you. Good luck.
-The Chief”
German traffic is excellent. Their trains are on time, smooth, and silent. Everything the Germans make works perfectly. It's just a shame they lack the capacity to love.
This thread blows me away with people's tastes on movies. But to each their own I guess; apparently some people out there keep giving money to Michael Bay and Peter Jackson.
"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin"
I always seemed guilty enjoying a bit of Led Zep in the presence of Robert Plant's bulging package, and Jimmy Page running through fields with schoolgirls...
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To visit the plethora of exciting screen door factories.
Never forget the scourge of weed-fueled burn injuries due to overmicrowaved burritos. When will it end?
I doubt there is anything to learn about culture and history in Rome that you can't learn in Daytona Beach.
No one here come to play scool
Sadly his dumbass pompous voice is on the radio every day in Seattle.
It was quite Ferentzian
But perhaps you are forgetting about time travel and QB anti-paradoxes?
I call bullshit until he actually busts out the phrenology calipers and starts acting like a fucking professional
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Rutgers sounds like a character from Labyrinth, perhaps employed by David Bowie.
This thread blows me away with people's tastes on movies. But to each their own I guess; apparently some people out there keep giving money to Michael Bay and Peter Jackson.
"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin"
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
Pink Floyd - Obscured by Clouds
Frank Zappa - Joe's Garage
Ween - the Mollusk
Tom Waits - Nighthawks at the Diner
Tom Petty - Wildflowers
Black Sabbath - Paranoid
Townes Van Zandt - For the Sake of the Song
Nirvana - In Utero
Led Zeppelin II
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream
How about every single Ween album?