I don't think I'll ever respect SNL again for that letting that fucking band they had on their tonight actually play music. "Vampire Weekend"? That sounds like a cool 80's metal band. Instead, I listened to nearly 45 excrutiating seconds of the biggest pussies in music history. Nice skinny jeans, by the way. Here I am like a fool thinking Kings Of Leon was gayest band in the solar system (sorry, Erasure). I'm sure when they walk off stage they'll be swiggin' Pabst and talking about feelings. Jesus Christ on a crutch, Dan Fogelberg could kick all their asses at once in a brawl. These guys are fucking CLOWN SHOES. Is this what sells albums nowadays? Rock music MUST DIE AGAIN, and be born again Nirvana-style. Somebody contact wardrobe, the emporer has no clothes. I mean, LOOK at these fucktards. I hate them already:
In regards to rock music, I saw a band called "Soft Asylum" play last night, and they fucking rocked. They weren't awesome or anything, but they definitely threw the fuck down. The lead singer is this insane Russian broad. I hung out with her for awhile before and after the show (we had some mutual friends), and jesus christ she was was completely out there. Part hippy, part grunge, all awesome. Edit: Or maybe they are just seemed good in relation to the rest of the dogshit music scene here in Hawaii. Who knows.
STATUS UPDATE: Currently drinking rum and coke. Eating baguettes dipped in olive oil and 12 year old balsamic vinegar. Yes, my life is that sophisticated. My roommate and friends have gone to bed but due to my inability to plan myself, I drank energy drinks and now cannot go to sleep. edot; i found music. fun.
OM NOM NOM PIZZA X BBQ CHICKEN BIG X BARGAIN FOR THE WIN!!!! We paired with a Jewish sorority. I am a Jew in a predominantly Christian fraternity. Pick up line: "Hey, we can go celebrate the high holidays together at the Hillel!" WIN.
Last night, I was very, very drunk. Had multiple cigars, a shit-load of vodka, and a hefty dose of bourbon. And a monster rib eye that was almost better than sex. Unless, of course, that sex was from someone from Fargo... because nothing tops that. I was still drunk when I got up this morning to find that I'd passed out on a friend's couch, and we had to go to work this morning. For "Family Day". We just did our Closed Beta launch of the game we're building, and things went really, really well. To "celebrate", they had everyone bring their families in to work today. A few of us had to actually be on hand to oversea shit, but just about all the others came in with their broods of young kids/babies to show the family where they work, and enjoy the catered food. So, the end result was that our cube farm became inundated with a ton of young kids and their dogs (yes, work lets us bring dogs in to work), all drinking soft drinks and eating ice cream cake and chocolate. It was hell. I just wanted to go and find a dark, cool board room and sleep, but no such luck. I finally got home around 6 and have been phasing in and out of consciousness while lying on teh couch all night. I'm now watching the original "V" tv series (from the cheesy 80's), and trying not to throw up. Fun times. I'm thinking it's time to see if a shower beer is a good remedy for a hangover.
The one ray of sunshine is that I have a nice, big tray of lasagna nice and warm in the oven. Cheesey goodness that is oh so tasty.
I was not planning to drink this weekend, but here I am. Guinness and random shots, you caught me again. Finally home but pretty drunk (still coherent though). I know I shouldn't have driven drunk, but my phone died at the bar while I was talking to the boy. And who's going to pull over a minivan doing the speed limit and maintaining its lane? That's what I thought.
I'm sure there's many people on here, including myself, that would attest to the fact that you don't always have to be driving poorly to get a dui. You know that commercial that says, "If you drive drunk, You will be arrested!"? Well, it's not true on an individual scale, but on a scale of about 10 years or so? It's probably about 75 percent accurate (completely made up that figure). And I'm using the term "drunk" as actually being drunk, not like the cops use it.
You know that super preppy douche with a painted on polo and a penchant for blacking out every time he touches alcohol, you know, the friend of a friend that seems to get into fights at every bar you go to? Well the one I know LOVES this band. Fucking gayest band since The Postal Service.
I got the impression he was a sub in a MMM three-some, where rings were his orifices, and the "woods" weren't his. But I could be wrong.
Even trees need loving. Sometimes, they're just far too busy with work and whatnot to enter the dating scene, so they use Tree-ring dating professional to helps with the matches.
You're on to something Nettdata, there's definitely something homosexual going on. Maybe the brown napkin rings are meant to signify some wiccan marriage he is involved in with two other homosexual men. Brown napkins because they all up in his ass wiping away doodoo. Made out of wood could be referring to their erect penises.
Dry it out, cut it into lines and snort it. I was actually looking at some balsamic vinegar the other day, it goes for $200 a pop for a 250mL vial. Apparently, you don't use this stuff on bread or meals but on Vanilla ice cream because it turns sweet after a long enough curing process.