Hello world. Today has been just about the slowest day since I started my new position at work. With all of this extra time I have read about Glenn Beck comparing the victims of of the recent shootings in Norway to the Hitler Youth, a few separate indecent exposure arrests, an excerpt from Diablo Cody's memoir about not judging people by their looks (which was surprisingly funny and disturbing), and lastly, Herman Cain being able to dish it but definitely not take it. Pretty interesting stuff huh? Not really. Well, the Diablo Cody part was pretty damn funny and I can never get enough of drunk, naked people caught in awkward positions.
On a side note: Who the fuck pays attention to Glenn Beck? Seriously? Who takes this guy for his word on anything? I'm assuming American flag wearing mall walkers and I sort of feel for them because they are, for lack of a better description that won't make me sound like too much of an ass, American flag wearing mall walkers. Other than this dwindling group of bat-shit crazies, who else is taking this guy for his word? I would like to actually sit down with one of these people and try to have an honest to god intelligent conversation about life. I have yet to meet one of these people. Are they all closet Glenn Beckites waiting for the end of the world because no one claims to actually listen to his rhetoric and dude is effing HUUUUGE!
Alright enough about that. Yesterday, after I gave the spice a whip, I cleaned my apartment and played LA Noire till my eyes burned and then became bored. After this I watched Tyler Perry and reality game shows. All the while my camera is sitting on the table collecting dust. I somehow could not find the enthusiasm to get up and go to a busy corner and just take pictures. Instead I enjoyed how unfunny Mr. Perry is and some new show with Howie Mendell that rips The Price Is Right. I was mostly tired and wanted to just lay around and be lazy but looking back today, I could not justify this at all.
Starting today, in the year of our lord, July twenty-seven, twenty-hundred and eleven, I shall take at the minimum, one picture a day and then upload it the next. So yeah, if anyone has a copy of Photoshop for Mac that they would be so kind to contribute to the Trailer's Trash for Underprivileged Adults Fund then I will be in debited to you and one day take your wedding photos if, at that point, I have reached peak performance levels. If I have not then I will gladly drink jager-bombs with you and your friends and play Misfits covers and sing as out of key as you can stand. That is a deal if I have ever seen one people so spread the word to your friends because with only one follower thus far, I definitely need help here.
So to tie it all together so nicely, tonight I will pick up the most wonderful of women, eat the best chicken parmigiana that has ever graced these lips and then after a brief calm, head to MJQuzie, camera in hand, belly full of booze and attempt the art of party. Wish me luck.
PS: Sam Starke takes way better pictures than me, but I am determined to win.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Bored and Lazy.
Hello inter web losers! I am back again and to be brutally honest, I have been dragging my feet with this blog like nobodies business. Sooooooo... I am going to try something a little different. I am going to post something from the loins. That's right, from the deep... down in my plums. In order to do this though I am going to beat around the bush for a bit, make absolutely no sense and then somehow tie it all together in the end. How am I going to do this you ask? Through the sound (well maybe not sound) of music!
Remember when you were younger and you were just this kid kind of stumbling into teen hood and you weren't so sure about yourself or any of your peers and all the girls (or guys depending on your sexual preference) were lame and no one understood anything? Ahh... Those were the days right? Paranoid about every movement but on the outside declaring you didn't care? Grasping desperately to connect but somehow just missing? Then, wait, whats this? A hand reaching out, if you're lucky, to help guide you through the next five to six years of your young life. That hand for me was punk rock music. Granted I was new to the game I held on to it as tight as I could, lapping up anything that was dropped into my dish. Keep in mind this was 14 years ago and the Iiternet was almost non-existent, especially for poor old me. No illegal downloading, no Purevolume, Myspace or Facebook. These were the DIY days still. I would basically grab up anything that had faster music and beat it into the ground. More often than not, they were Doc. Martens samplers that were really terrible minus one or two songs and even those songs looking back today make me cringe.
Now, I will try to explain the first big three for me. These are the bands that had me hooked first and even after I had moved on to bigger and better things I held onto these three and even now I still listen to the records that grabbed me...
I will start with Guttermouth. These guys will get the most heat from all three or four people that read this blog. When I was but a wee Trailer, my world was full of terrible music. All of my friends at the time were either into nu-metal faves Limp Biskit and Korn or trying to be gangster and I couldn't even begin to explain what they were into since I was 12 and I didn't understand rap music at all. Lucky for me I had discovered a skateboard. That skateboard opened all kinds of doors for me that should not have opened. Anyway, there was this chick across the street from me and she was like 17 and smoked weed with her hippy parents and loved Tool and so on and so on. She did however think it was cool that I was twelve and liked faster music. One day she handed me an album named "Full Length LP" by Guttermouth. HOLY SHIT! My world instantly turned up on its head. The hole in my heart was becoming full. The first time I heard "Racetrack" I want to say I probably stomped something into pieces in my room but that would be a lie. I still don't know what Mark Atkins says through out most of that song.
Next up, something a little more happy. My best friend had started going out with this girl (*side note: we were in seventh grade so I don't even know what you would call that relationship although we would regularly go to the skating ring where he would feel up her shirt and she did fail eighth grade so he would catch up with her. That's love right?). Like I was saying, he started dating this total bitch of a girl that I would have to put up with on the reg for like two plus years. He was gangster and she was nu-metal/alternative/step-kid/gross. It didn't make any sense but the one redeeming factor she had going for her is she had a copy of MXPX's "Life In General". she told me that I might like it and let me borrow it. It was never returned to her. Ever. Bitch. With this album I found out that punk rock music doesn't always have to be an asshole. Sometimes it can be happy and about girls, which I sorely lacked in my life.
And the last in the bunch. My other best friend growing up had an older brother that was this more metal head-than-punk asshole guy who was like twenty and never hung out with us cuz we were 11-12. When he would drag us around he would try to embed racist shit into our heads and force us to listen to Cannibal Corpse. All in all he was pretty lame. He did however, listen to mostly punk rock before the dark lord gobbled up his soul and spit out a neo-nazi tool bag. I snuck into his room one day, stole his cd book and grabbed AFI's "Very Proud Of Ya", double taped it and then put it back before being caught. This album is the probably the most "punk" of the bunch and was the nail in the coffin for me.
After having this trifecta of double time music firmly under my belt I began to expand my horizons at full force. Reading those liner notes front to back and finding other bands names in the "thank yous" section, I would save up lunch money for Best Buy and the nitro mail order. I started going to shows and finding more and more music.
Now lets add fourteen years to these bands existence. Two of them are still sort of the same but not quite and the other is almost unrecognizable. Guttermouth and MXPX are still out there doing their thing but on different scales. Guttermouth barely tours and has a rotating line-up like a high school hardcore band. Their albums seem to always be just short of the mark these days. And lastly, you never can tell if they want to be a full fledged punk rock band or this weird synth thing that pops up randomly. It's pretty weird. MXPX still tours on the occasion but took on a more friendly radio approach (which is odd considering they are already sort of a christian band sometimes) and they just didn't age well with me. AFI is pretty much a stadium cock rock band now. their last two albums didn't do it for me and Davey doesn't know if he wants to be the chick from Beetlejuice or Axel Rose. Its just not for me.
Lets jump ahead to me at 25. Things have undoubtedly changed. I'm no longer a snot nosed teen. I live on my own, have a car note and pay my taxes. Some would say I'm a respectable citizen of the United States. The punk is still in there but I am no longer giving middle fingers to cars passing by and I ditched my studded belt years ago. Instead I feel a little more intelligent and can argue as good as the next. I still think the world sucks, not because my favorite band sold out but because there is a Walmart at every interstate exit and corporations are stripping this world to dust. I still have my nose ring, but I take it out when I go to work. Things change.
Did I, at twelve have a different approach to these bands, thus giving them a far better chance? Of course. I had never heard any of them or any thing like them. My ears were virgin and they were the suave older dude smoking cigs with a mustache and an '87 camaro at the skating ring. They stole my heart and well, my punk rock v-card. Does that change the fact that there were better bands out there doing the same thing? No, they were who I came into contact with and connected with forming a bond. Do I hate them now like I do that dude? No way. I went and saw Guttermouth last year when they came and it was one of the best shows I have ever seen in my 13 years of shows. They brought the proverbial rain as they say. These bands are still the same bands but have grown and changed over the years. I cant hate them for that. I can hate some of the material that they put out but that doesnt change the fact that "Black Sails in The Sunset" will most likely be in my rotation till I can no longer hear. It doesnt change the fact that "Steak" is probably one of my favorite songs ever and it is a Guttermouth song. Now, add in the fact that I have changed over the years as well and boy, the world just got a lot bigger. How can I expect them to play to my same tastes? I cant.
To the point of this entire entry. People, much like music over a vast amout of time changes. The song may remain the same but the people playing it to the people embracing it, or lack thereof, change. We are an ever changing variable in a world full factors. The people that I grew with may have changed their ways and their haunts over the years but nine times out ten, the same person is still in there. Unless of course they got sexually molested by their frat house buddies or crack took a serious hold on them. Those things can change a person at the core I would imagine. Things just change, flat out.
I love all of my friends. Some of them are more family than family. I dont want this enrty to alienate anyone of you but I felt it needed to be said and I hope you understand. I feel like when I am around some people these days, they just don't look at me the same and I do the same to them. I would rather not argue about it but maybe they will read this spiffy little blog of mine and the message gets across that way. So all in all, things may have changed in more than a few ways this last year but I still love you guys. Call me when you want to go out on an adventure.
Remember when you were younger and you were just this kid kind of stumbling into teen hood and you weren't so sure about yourself or any of your peers and all the girls (or guys depending on your sexual preference) were lame and no one understood anything? Ahh... Those were the days right? Paranoid about every movement but on the outside declaring you didn't care? Grasping desperately to connect but somehow just missing? Then, wait, whats this? A hand reaching out, if you're lucky, to help guide you through the next five to six years of your young life. That hand for me was punk rock music. Granted I was new to the game I held on to it as tight as I could, lapping up anything that was dropped into my dish. Keep in mind this was 14 years ago and the Iiternet was almost non-existent, especially for poor old me. No illegal downloading, no Purevolume, Myspace or Facebook. These were the DIY days still. I would basically grab up anything that had faster music and beat it into the ground. More often than not, they were Doc. Martens samplers that were really terrible minus one or two songs and even those songs looking back today make me cringe.
Now, I will try to explain the first big three for me. These are the bands that had me hooked first and even after I had moved on to bigger and better things I held onto these three and even now I still listen to the records that grabbed me...
I will start with Guttermouth. These guys will get the most heat from all three or four people that read this blog. When I was but a wee Trailer, my world was full of terrible music. All of my friends at the time were either into nu-metal faves Limp Biskit and Korn or trying to be gangster and I couldn't even begin to explain what they were into since I was 12 and I didn't understand rap music at all. Lucky for me I had discovered a skateboard. That skateboard opened all kinds of doors for me that should not have opened. Anyway, there was this chick across the street from me and she was like 17 and smoked weed with her hippy parents and loved Tool and so on and so on. She did however think it was cool that I was twelve and liked faster music. One day she handed me an album named "Full Length LP" by Guttermouth. HOLY SHIT! My world instantly turned up on its head. The hole in my heart was becoming full. The first time I heard "Racetrack" I want to say I probably stomped something into pieces in my room but that would be a lie. I still don't know what Mark Atkins says through out most of that song.
Next up, something a little more happy. My best friend had started going out with this girl (*side note: we were in seventh grade so I don't even know what you would call that relationship although we would regularly go to the skating ring where he would feel up her shirt and she did fail eighth grade so he would catch up with her. That's love right?). Like I was saying, he started dating this total bitch of a girl that I would have to put up with on the reg for like two plus years. He was gangster and she was nu-metal/alternative/step-kid/gross. It didn't make any sense but the one redeeming factor she had going for her is she had a copy of MXPX's "Life In General". she told me that I might like it and let me borrow it. It was never returned to her. Ever. Bitch. With this album I found out that punk rock music doesn't always have to be an asshole. Sometimes it can be happy and about girls, which I sorely lacked in my life.
And the last in the bunch. My other best friend growing up had an older brother that was this more metal head-than-punk asshole guy who was like twenty and never hung out with us cuz we were 11-12. When he would drag us around he would try to embed racist shit into our heads and force us to listen to Cannibal Corpse. All in all he was pretty lame. He did however, listen to mostly punk rock before the dark lord gobbled up his soul and spit out a neo-nazi tool bag. I snuck into his room one day, stole his cd book and grabbed AFI's "Very Proud Of Ya", double taped it and then put it back before being caught. This album is the probably the most "punk" of the bunch and was the nail in the coffin for me.
After having this trifecta of double time music firmly under my belt I began to expand my horizons at full force. Reading those liner notes front to back and finding other bands names in the "thank yous" section, I would save up lunch money for Best Buy and the nitro mail order. I started going to shows and finding more and more music.
Now lets add fourteen years to these bands existence. Two of them are still sort of the same but not quite and the other is almost unrecognizable. Guttermouth and MXPX are still out there doing their thing but on different scales. Guttermouth barely tours and has a rotating line-up like a high school hardcore band. Their albums seem to always be just short of the mark these days. And lastly, you never can tell if they want to be a full fledged punk rock band or this weird synth thing that pops up randomly. It's pretty weird. MXPX still tours on the occasion but took on a more friendly radio approach (which is odd considering they are already sort of a christian band sometimes) and they just didn't age well with me. AFI is pretty much a stadium cock rock band now. their last two albums didn't do it for me and Davey doesn't know if he wants to be the chick from Beetlejuice or Axel Rose. Its just not for me.
Lets jump ahead to me at 25. Things have undoubtedly changed. I'm no longer a snot nosed teen. I live on my own, have a car note and pay my taxes. Some would say I'm a respectable citizen of the United States. The punk is still in there but I am no longer giving middle fingers to cars passing by and I ditched my studded belt years ago. Instead I feel a little more intelligent and can argue as good as the next. I still think the world sucks, not because my favorite band sold out but because there is a Walmart at every interstate exit and corporations are stripping this world to dust. I still have my nose ring, but I take it out when I go to work. Things change.
Did I, at twelve have a different approach to these bands, thus giving them a far better chance? Of course. I had never heard any of them or any thing like them. My ears were virgin and they were the suave older dude smoking cigs with a mustache and an '87 camaro at the skating ring. They stole my heart and well, my punk rock v-card. Does that change the fact that there were better bands out there doing the same thing? No, they were who I came into contact with and connected with forming a bond. Do I hate them now like I do that dude? No way. I went and saw Guttermouth last year when they came and it was one of the best shows I have ever seen in my 13 years of shows. They brought the proverbial rain as they say. These bands are still the same bands but have grown and changed over the years. I cant hate them for that. I can hate some of the material that they put out but that doesnt change the fact that "Black Sails in The Sunset" will most likely be in my rotation till I can no longer hear. It doesnt change the fact that "Steak" is probably one of my favorite songs ever and it is a Guttermouth song. Now, add in the fact that I have changed over the years as well and boy, the world just got a lot bigger. How can I expect them to play to my same tastes? I cant.
To the point of this entire entry. People, much like music over a vast amout of time changes. The song may remain the same but the people playing it to the people embracing it, or lack thereof, change. We are an ever changing variable in a world full factors. The people that I grew with may have changed their ways and their haunts over the years but nine times out ten, the same person is still in there. Unless of course they got sexually molested by their frat house buddies or crack took a serious hold on them. Those things can change a person at the core I would imagine. Things just change, flat out.
I love all of my friends. Some of them are more family than family. I dont want this enrty to alienate anyone of you but I felt it needed to be said and I hope you understand. I feel like when I am around some people these days, they just don't look at me the same and I do the same to them. I would rather not argue about it but maybe they will read this spiffy little blog of mine and the message gets across that way. So all in all, things may have changed in more than a few ways this last year but I still love you guys. Call me when you want to go out on an adventure.
-T-pain, signing off turds!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
myxemergency's photostream
myxemergency's photostream on Flickr.
Photo's from the 4th of July, 2011 at the Glen Iris house!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Living Walls.. Christ,Lord. Hippies.
myxemergency's photostream on Flickr.
Photos from last nights show!
The Blue Pill or the Red Pill?
So this weekend thus far has been pretty alright. Missed the Brads Gang Show due to it starting three hours later than previously stated so I rode around and took some pictures of graffiti. Nothing special. Where are the shelteredly challenged entertainment in this city when you need them most?! Anyhow, Living Well/Christ,Lord was awesome last night. I am currently unloading almost 400 images off of my camera so it could be a minute.
In the meantime I have something you may well enjoy. Before we headed out to the show, a few of us hung around my mansion and discussed politics and before you know it we were on the subject of salvia because of this little ditty right here. This reminded me of my experience with this magical gun powder a few years back. Here's what i wrote about it. Enjoy...
"Where to begin. I have heard about Salvia for quite sometime and actually tried it once before on a late night skate mission with a guy known as teenage mustache. After nothing more than headache and a sore throat I made the comment that he may have been ripped off and was glad none of my hard earned cash was wasted on this crap. Keep in mind, this stuff is completely legal. At least back then it was, now its sort of in question.
In the meantime I have something you may well enjoy. Before we headed out to the show, a few of us hung around my mansion and discussed politics and before you know it we were on the subject of salvia because of this little ditty right here. This reminded me of my experience with this magical gun powder a few years back. Here's what i wrote about it. Enjoy...
"Where to begin. I have heard about Salvia for quite sometime and actually tried it once before on a late night skate mission with a guy known as teenage mustache. After nothing more than headache and a sore throat I made the comment that he may have been ripped off and was glad none of my hard earned cash was wasted on this crap. Keep in mind, this stuff is completely legal. At least back then it was, now its sort of in question.
Fast forward to Saturday, February the 16th, 2008. A few friends and I made the trip to visit a friend in Athens for the weekend. We had no idea we were going to try Salvia or even mentioned it before the trip. So, sometime on Saturday, while Candler was at work and Patrick was baby-sitting us, someone came up with the idea that, "What the hell, we are on vacation". After a lengthy debate (two minutes of deciding on how much each person would throw in) we talked our guide for the day into taking us to a smoke shop somewhere in downtown, Athens. After talking to the guy working the counter for about ten minutes we made our choice on the purple box called "Beyond".
Once we made our way back to the house we were staying at, we started to examine the box and the side effects. Patrick told us stories of people climbing up imaginary words, distorted gravity and time going away. All of this which we called the madness in under or around five minutes. FIVE MINUTES. "No problem", I told myself, "five minutes is nothing". If only I knew. We started to move the coffee table out of the way but were re-assured that we wouldn't be getting up and most likely be stuck to the couch. In fact, Patrick had only heard of one guy actually getting up on his feet. I at least had to dead bolt the front door so no one would go in or out.
Nick and I sat side by side and Nick decided he would go first but I would quickly follow so we would be both doing it at the same time. I do not recommend this at all, one person at a time people. Nick grabbed the small glass pipe we rounded up and put a dash of the black death powder in the bowl, just a pinch. He lit it and pulled in a massive hit and began to hold it in for the thirty-five second duration. I started to load up one for myself and as I was the giggles started next to me which only made me go that much quicker. I quickly took a long drag and as I was holding it in, Nick looks at me with a very confusing expression and said, "Mike, I have to tell you something, seriously, I have to tell you something.........I'm out of my mind" or at least thats what I heard as my ride started. Nick quickly went back into laughter and garbled gibberish and all I was getting was a very intense drunk feeling. I was on my way up but in my state of mind I could not realize this so I loaded another bowl in about ten seconds and did it again.
As I held my breath the true terror started to take over. Keep in mind, I kind've wanted the fear and thought I was ready for it. Monster and ghouls, I could handle that. Shape shifters and psycho killers, piece of cake. No, what happened to me was nothing I could prepare myself for.
Nothing changed, I could see clearly as ever and my thoughts were all in order but the fucking gravity was everywhere. I was being tugged in all directions until one prominent destination was found. The "other world" was sucking me in and it was in the couch. I had to get away but couldn't. Every ounce of my energy was being used to pull away from the hooks and claws holding me in place and they were all inside my jacket and hat. Anywhere they were touching me, I was attached. "I have to get away I thought, this isn't right." I tore myself off the couch and on to my feet where I quickly remembered what happened, I had smoked something, but what? Who knows, I wanted to, but I could not remember, all I knew is it came from that damn, purple box. I started saying "GET THAT FUCKING PURPLE SHIT AWAY FROM ME, GET IT OUT OF HERE, FUCK THAT PURPLE SHIT, GET IT THE FUCK OUT" and so on. At this point the non-trippers wanted me to calm down and were on their feet. This only made things more difficult for me as I had extreme paranoia that everyone was in on this. They all knew that I had figured them out and they wanted me to sit down. I could not let this happen. This other world that had existed for forever began to take shape. I could not see it, but I could definitely feel it and it wanted to suck me in. It was at this point that my fists came up and I was ready to defend myself from these fakes that were calling me their friend. All of the sudden I had vast knowledge about this world and its history. These people began to try to hold me down, in my state of mind anyway. Or were they actually holding me down? Was this a memory where I discovered their giant cover up before and they subdued me and drugged me to make me forget and fall back into their fake world filled with fake people and the ones who were in the know? I had no idea but something told me I found out and they had to stop me from getting away. At this point things started getting real intense. The other world caught up to me again was ready for round two. The only way I could describe the feeling of the intensity is that if you have seen the new movie "Jumper", right before he jumps in the beginning everything gets shaky and blurry and I had a feeling of being pulled in all directions almost to the point of being torn apart. I had to escape.
I fell on all fours and began to crawl into the kitchen. After I reached the cabinets I backed into them so as to face the room I came from. It was gone but only for the time being. I got back up, or so I thought, and made my way to the front door. Everyone tried to talk me into not going out and probably thought I would throw fists at them if they got close enough. Besides that, I had to seem way to fucked up to figure out how to get outside. I grabbed the door handle and turned it in all directions and it would not open. The other world was catching up so I put the other hand on the dead bolt and started to turn it and stopped. It was either get sucked in or go out into the great unknown where I might stand a chance.
I could not help but feel that the ocean was on the other side of this door and if I opened it, it might be the end of me. I took a glance back and saw all my friends looking at me wide eyed almost like I had exceeded their expectations. I felt like the only escape was out of this door that could be my doom. I opened the door and ran out the drive way and sat down on the ground behind Candler's car. The cool night air felt so amazing. I felt like I was practically on fire and someone had dumped me into pool. Everything then got really bright and it was over. It was nothing more than a car coming down the street with the headlights one. What the fuck had I done. I looked up and Candler was standing there smiling. I jumped up and walked back in still a little like I had the swirls.
Once I sat down and everyone started telling me of my actions I couldn't help but think that this was true insanity. Inside that little bag held madness beyond my wildest dreams. Would I do it again? Probably not. Its not for the light hearted. The journey I took felt like hours with and eternity of back story. The fear I felt was unlike anything any movie or book could ever make me feel because it was so real. So, if you and your buddies want to do something to spice up your weekend, this stuff can legally be purchased at most likely the nearest low brow gas station. Don't say I didn't warn you though."
Well, that's it for today cave dwellers. This is your Reptilian Overlord signing off.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Poppin' My Cherry.
Hello social network addicts! Welcome to my blog, "Trailer's Trash". My name is Michael and I will be your host of the show. Your journalist in the street. The cell mate that spoons you during cold nights. YOUR REPTILIAN OVERLORD! I will take you on a journey through my misadventures and maybe.... just maybe, you will smile and come back salivating for more.
Yes, I will show you through photographic evidence, how enduring it is to be me. Now, I know what your saying. "WTF IZ THIS GUY TALKIN' 'BOUT?!" Honestly, I'm not all that sure myself. But, fear not! I got a new-used camera and I want to learn how to use it and I bet that through trial and error of taking countless, countless pictures and my cynical wit and the fact that I hold all you turds in such high esteem that this might turn out to be a pretty alright party. Yadig?
Anyway, there's some fun outings coming up this weekend.
-Dare are deez two fine ass honeys I'll be taking tasteful pictures of tonight (maybe)
-A punk rock show for a cd release for local a local band on BRAD'S GANG RECORDS!
-A gypsy carnival that CHRIST,LORD is playing and there's gonna be a human petting zoo.
-Lastly, Its the damn birthday of the greatest cuntry to ever grace God's green planet, there is bound to be a least one keg stand somewhere right?
So yeah, keep your pants on and I will do some uploading as soon as shit hits the fan. Word.
-Trailer!
Yes, I will show you through photographic evidence, how enduring it is to be me. Now, I know what your saying. "WTF IZ THIS GUY TALKIN' 'BOUT?!" Honestly, I'm not all that sure myself. But, fear not! I got a new-used camera and I want to learn how to use it and I bet that through trial and error of taking countless, countless pictures and my cynical wit and the fact that I hold all you turds in such high esteem that this might turn out to be a pretty alright party. Yadig?
Anyway, there's some fun outings coming up this weekend.
-Dare are deez two fine ass honeys I'll be taking tasteful pictures of tonight (maybe)
-A punk rock show for a cd release for local a local band on BRAD'S GANG RECORDS!
-A gypsy carnival that CHRIST,LORD is playing and there's gonna be a human petting zoo.
-Lastly, Its the damn birthday of the greatest cuntry to ever grace God's green planet, there is bound to be a least one keg stand somewhere right?
So yeah, keep your pants on and I will do some uploading as soon as shit hits the fan. Word.
-Trailer!
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