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Sosa emerged from the tunnel and shouted, "I just took a big shit. It feels good when you take your big shit."
This is no joke. You need only check Harper's for the direct quote. A child trapped in a man's body, and not-so-nice. Plus he sucks in the clutch, as proven last night. My grandpa would say, "yer a bum!", so that's what I said.
Why am I home at 12:30 p.m. on a Tuesday? Well it was raining but now its not, and the only work we had for today involves stuff you can get electrocuted doing, and you all know how many times I get electrocuted on jobs that have less than a 1% electrocution rate. I did get to work for about 4 hours (44 bucks, Marcie, and at least I'm not ripping off John Q. Stamp-buyer) and in that time managed to hear Train on Howard Stern. Let me tell you two things: 1. Train are one-pump-per-album-chumps. 2. Their one-pumps are better than 99.9% of the shit on the market right now. I've never heard a band sound so good live on the radio. Never. One of the interns from the show who hates all music not containing samples or a "phat-beat"***!***walked into the studio and said he'd never heard a band sound so good on the radio. So basically I repeated him earlier. They played a version of L.zep's "Ramble On" which my dad actually stopped working***@***to say aloud "God damn! Who is this?!?!?". Know that my dad saw the Zep live in a high school gym and won't ever live that down. So Train, despite their one-thrustieness get a big fat A.
Scott is right, always. You're a legend.
Last night I dreamed that Juno was playing a fully interactive concert that allowed me to go on the stage and play air guitar which actually turned into real guitar and they asked me to join the band but I said "no" cuz I was too good for them. Later I joined Shelby Lynne's band.
Off to the video store, where I'll see a girl I never saw before, all decked out in JNCO jeans***#***and I'll rent The Gift, which I should've seen in the theatre.
The next five songs on yer radio in a perfect world would be: "once in a lifetime" by talking heads; "ramble on (live)" by train; "jupiter" by cave in; "helpless" by sugar; and "t.b. sheets" by van morrison.
In the stereo: kid rock's elementary school teacher totally busting his cred***$***
***!***Forgive the awful slang I use, but I hate to look stupid for trying to say "slammin'" like Foolia Stiles.
***@***That NEVER happens
***#***Lyrics borrowed from Straightleggedkick with direct respect to their crustiness..
***$***WOrd used loosely to avoid any association and/or likeness of that douche.
Sosa emerged from the tunnel and shouted, "I just took a big shit. It feels good when you take your big shit."
This is no joke. You need only check Harper's for the direct quote. A child trapped in a man's body, and not-so-nice. Plus he sucks in the clutch, as proven last night. My grandpa would say, "yer a bum!", so that's what I said.
Why am I home at 12:30 p.m. on a Tuesday? Well it was raining but now its not, and the only work we had for today involves stuff you can get electrocuted doing, and you all know how many times I get electrocuted on jobs that have less than a 1% electrocution rate. I did get to work for about 4 hours (44 bucks, Marcie, and at least I'm not ripping off John Q. Stamp-buyer) and in that time managed to hear Train on Howard Stern. Let me tell you two things: 1. Train are one-pump-per-album-chumps. 2. Their one-pumps are better than 99.9% of the shit on the market right now. I've never heard a band sound so good live on the radio. Never. One of the interns from the show who hates all music not containing samples or a "phat-beat"***!***walked into the studio and said he'd never heard a band sound so good on the radio. So basically I repeated him earlier. They played a version of L.zep's "Ramble On" which my dad actually stopped working***@***to say aloud "God damn! Who is this?!?!?". Know that my dad saw the Zep live in a high school gym and won't ever live that down. So Train, despite their one-thrustieness get a big fat A.
Scott is right, always. You're a legend.
Last night I dreamed that Juno was playing a fully interactive concert that allowed me to go on the stage and play air guitar which actually turned into real guitar and they asked me to join the band but I said "no" cuz I was too good for them. Later I joined Shelby Lynne's band.
Off to the video store, where I'll see a girl I never saw before, all decked out in JNCO jeans***#***and I'll rent The Gift, which I should've seen in the theatre.
The next five songs on yer radio in a perfect world would be: "once in a lifetime" by talking heads; "ramble on (live)" by train; "jupiter" by cave in; "helpless" by sugar; and "t.b. sheets" by van morrison.
In the stereo: kid rock's elementary school teacher totally busting his cred***$***
***!***Forgive the awful slang I use, but I hate to look stupid for trying to say "slammin'" like Foolia Stiles.
***@***That NEVER happens
***#***Lyrics borrowed from Straightleggedkick with direct respect to their crustiness..
***$***WOrd used loosely to avoid any association and/or likeness of that douche.
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