But then you need to buy a fancy machine to play vinyl. And can't listen in your car. But yes, when I typically get music, it is older, stood the test of time. Today was a bit of a departure from the norm for me. But $3.99, how do you resist? And no bourbon for me. My college days spent at football games with a flask has made it so I can't stomach the taste, no matter how you dress it up.
I think someone asked about woodford reserve earlier and I would like to take this opportunity to recommend it strongly. This stuff is delicious. Also, who the fuck buys music. Btw, found a site that will let me download a car. Bad ass.
I have three turntables. That's THREE TIMES perfection. And by that, I don't mean this Fucking Pay Attention To Me 2012 Award winner: ...WHY does just looking at a photo like that make me physically ill?
Say what you will, but it appears that an attractive women is willingly sitting next to him. Edit: I want to think that is an ashtray, but bird bowl is more plausible.
Hey, if there is one other thing I learned about Christmas, it is that if you turn your back or leave the room, you are free gossip game. Let that be a lesson to ssycko and all the rest of you guys.
If he really IS a hipster, then I would gladly make fun of him right to his face. I would look him right in the eye the entire time to show I am absolutely serious. No offense to our New York residents, but this shit is all your fault and can be layed squarely at your feet. It's everywhere, and you are responsible for it. You see, when you have a sick, degenerate animal you don't let it leave your pasture to spread and reproduce. You're supposed to blow its fucking brains out.
Baby girl and I went to eat Chinese food while her mom slept so she can go in for her shift tonight. We quite enjoyed it. Add me to the list of people who didn't see the family for Christmas. It is always nice to get a break from being confronted with the reasons for my host of issues.
CarbonCopy out of nowhere: We always had the discussion in high school about fighting our fathers, mine is small, like 5'7", 165. I am 6'3" 210. Is anyone else bigger than their father?
Another Christmas, another family gathering tainted by my ex-wife being an insufferable cunt. From complaining about how many presents my nieces got (that she didn't when she was their age), to yelling at Li'l Bandit about not cleaning up after HER rat-dogs, to giving me shit about my choice in wrapping paper, she was just an all-around wet-blanket (a blanket wet with piss). Sigh (chug)... Anyway, for some reason, this song always reminds me of Christmas; I think it's the rhythm acoustic guitars:
My dad is the same size as me and was born when the Pope was still just a Nazi, but I wouldn't fight him. He was beaten by his father his entire childhood and was a gang member, and he showed me about 20 different ways to fight dirty (like holding a lit cigarette lighter to a guy's flesh if people pile on you). He probably has about forty more up his sleeve. My dad is the greatest person I know, but he still has this icy intimidation to him that gives me the heebie-jeebies when he's pissed.
Yeah, I'm 6'3" and float right around 300 lbs. My dad still maintains he can take me. (Hes wrong but he would happily shoot any child of his that laid hands on him so same basic result.) My dad is not a small guy though hes right at 6' and probably around 270 which makes the picture my step mom has of me bridal carrying him much funnier.
Wow. My dad was a history teacher. I wouldn't have fought him for fear of actually hurting him. However both of my grandfathers were small and probably would have broken my face and then called me a sissy for having to go to the hospital. They had that old man strength. I wish I had grown up hard like they did. What did everyone get for Christmas?