Cosmic Egg…without the salt and pepper
FINALLY did Wolfmother stop fighting with each other like those Oasis pussies and punch out the so long anticipated 2nd album. No more did I have bust nuts, halting my piss midstream.
But what a downer.
Cosmic Egg is so dull.
Wolfmother was a whiff of fresh air when they first came out. Finally, I thought, a band that doesn’t suck. They sounded like the bastard child of Black Sabbath and Zeppelin who grew up in a monastery imitating Jack White and listening to Velvet Revolver on a boom box that had every button smashed except the ‘repeat’ button.
However, that’s it, isn’t it? What magazine, music reviewer, hasn’t compared them to Sabbath and company?
They’re like the first Hamburger Helper I just has a week ago: smelled like dirty gold, with its nuclear orange glow and globs of ground beef floating around in its own nucleoplasm of future clogged artieries and triple bypasses.
The first bite was delicious.
Second bite…good.
Third….I needed to stab the smug looking Helping Hand in the face.
Sorry Non-exsistant friends, the EPA, Greenpeace,…
…Animal Rights Activists, PETA, Wildlife Preservation Society, and fellow bear lovers;
I know polar bears are getting extinct, but I need to fight one. I won’t kill it but I need to wrestle a polar bear and punch one in the face. I need to fight one to the ground. I think I could win.
-DbL
jizzicle…sorry i got nothing clever
Rain or snow, hail or hell, god’s judgement or a really fucking cold house because of a cheaper mother who refuses to turn on the heat until it’s really necessary (ITS A GODDAM 58 DEGREES IN MY FUCKING ROOM), nothing will stop me from spanking my monkey.
Girls Aloud
Because SOMEBODY suggested I watch the new St. Trinian’s film, I, unfortunately got into Girls Aloud.
I finally got over Spice Girls after they got old and their crack cocaine lollipops with those fucking stickers that I, for some reason HAD to collect, gave me so many cavities, but another all girls pop band had to come out of the UK. IS THIS YOUR DOING AGAIN SIMON FULLER, YOU BASTARD?
Okay…fine I admit…I liked the movie…Talulah Riley is hot. I’m waiting for the second one…but first…I’ll have to get Girls Aloud out of my head.
Miyavi Tickets for Sale
Miyavi’s coming to the Irving Plaza on 28/10…finally, I guess.
And I know when everyone (those who care…) read about it “events” section in the Metro or amNY…they’ll start going buck crazy and try to get them…but it’ll be all sold out.
But no worries bitches…I have them so-mentioned tickets.
So come on you anime freak, oktaku, pink and green haired, greasey faced, “Death Note” messenger bag owners. You know you want them.
Oh My! It Doesn’t Taste Like Shit!
I fully endorse the new Throwback line from Pepsi:
Pepsi Throwback and Mountain Dew Throwback
Actually…I’ve only tried the Pepsi Throwback…I can’t find the M. Dew one…these limited time drinks are hard to find but I managed to find an obscure Mexican Deli in the Bronx that sells them.
And you know what?
Its good…I mean really good…like tastes as good, maybe even better, than the regular Pepsi.
Pepsi Zero…Diet…1/2 or whatever fucking else these soda companies come up with and advertise about how much these drink taste EXACTLY like the regular without the calories and sugar and shit should remove their thumbs from their assholes and stop molesting little girls because…big news fat cats…they don’t. They taste like shit. They taste watered down. Its like someone left it out a bit too long in the sun and poured seltzer water in them so we can’t tell. I don’t know about you other fat fucks out there who order a diet with your large menu number, but you really can’t fool me, fuckers.
If I’m going to drink soda…I want soda.
Fuck diet sodas.
If you’re really concerned about your health…grab a fucking bottle of water…not watered-down soda, big boy.
Just because you start smoking Marlboro Lights instead to Newport 100’s…don’t expect to live any much longer because your lungs aren’t getting filled with fiber glass.
But I digress…Pepsi Throwback does not taste like shit.
And hey Thunder Thighs…..its all natural….sugar cane shit and what not….so its “better” for you than regular artificial sugar filled Pepsi. I don’t know if it’ll rot your teeth less and slim your waist line but maybe instead you should have gotten a cheeseburger…not two and a 1/3 pound of meat.
-DbL
Classnotes From Hell…1
Class: Psych
I hate this class…the people are annoying…and I really hate psych…I think its complete bullshit. And maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that to the teacher during our game of “Let’s Introduce Ourselves.”
But the prof. did pressure me and ask why I was in the class…”I needed to validate my opinion that psych is bullshit.”
I would like to scan the little “captions” I write….during class to kill boredom…but my scanner has gone broke. So typed it is….
r.i.p. Norman Borlaug
He saved more lives than Jesus and Superman combined.
