Nuns and Guns Bitches
So, I cashed my paycheck today. That's right, ladies. My wallet is fully stocked and ready. Of course, that means I'm going to spend it on myself, but you ladies are more than welcome to watch and be thankful that you aren't dating me.
Don't most girls do that already?
So, I've been listening to 30footFALL a lot, lately. I mean, almost a sickeningly high amount. Stalker worthy amount. They really are a great punk band. I'd say one of the best of the late 90's. Granted, they are from Texas, but some good things come out of Texas... like executing retards. But, seriously, I've been listening and reading and rereading the lyrics and I've fallen in love with the angry, yet hopeful, lyrics. They can do tons to make a guy feel not-so-shitty. Well, not really, but if any lyrics could, these would do it.
Isn't it amazing that random noise can somehow come together and make something so beautiful and at the same time loud and abrasive? And isn't it amazing that it can move someone? Not only that, but move someone else in a completely different way. Music is the greatest art form in the world. At the same time, it also contains some of the most overrated and flat out horrible nuggets of art ever. It's amazing that the sounds made by the Beatles and Bowling for Soup can both be called music. Even though the Beatles fucking sucked!!!
Oh, by the way, the word for today is: SARCASM
Fuck Bowling for Soup. I liked them better when they were called "Some Horrible Punkish-Sounding Novelty Band" Of course, back then they didn't saturate the radio with their annoying "same four chords" and oh so painful reminders of their horrible teen years. What kind of faggy band would do that shit? *cough*FAT TONY*cough*
Sorry about that. I'm still getting over a cold.
So, the short film is slowly coming to fruition. I now have two people on board to help me with it. Now all I have to do is actually write the damn thing. I think I'm going to go with Keystone Pride. The story is about a group of friends from... you guessed it... Pennsylvania. Maybe I'll also have them be White Pride assholes. Or maybe they'll just have pride in their shitty little hometown and state. The opening credits have already been written and semi-storyboarded, so that's interesting to no one.
Well, I'm going to take a shit.
Okay, I'm back. That took about 22 minutes, but none of you know that, nor do you have any idea what pain I just went through to come back here and write some lame shit that no one's going to read or care about. Well fuck you. I hope sometime you have to take a shit in the middle of something and then no one appreciates it. Then you'll see how I feel.
You can't shampoo a shampooer!
Don't most girls do that already?
So, I've been listening to 30footFALL a lot, lately. I mean, almost a sickeningly high amount. Stalker worthy amount. They really are a great punk band. I'd say one of the best of the late 90's. Granted, they are from Texas, but some good things come out of Texas... like executing retards. But, seriously, I've been listening and reading and rereading the lyrics and I've fallen in love with the angry, yet hopeful, lyrics. They can do tons to make a guy feel not-so-shitty. Well, not really, but if any lyrics could, these would do it.
Isn't it amazing that random noise can somehow come together and make something so beautiful and at the same time loud and abrasive? And isn't it amazing that it can move someone? Not only that, but move someone else in a completely different way. Music is the greatest art form in the world. At the same time, it also contains some of the most overrated and flat out horrible nuggets of art ever. It's amazing that the sounds made by the Beatles and Bowling for Soup can both be called music. Even though the Beatles fucking sucked!!!
Oh, by the way, the word for today is: SARCASM
Fuck Bowling for Soup. I liked them better when they were called "Some Horrible Punkish-Sounding Novelty Band" Of course, back then they didn't saturate the radio with their annoying "same four chords" and oh so painful reminders of their horrible teen years. What kind of faggy band would do that shit? *cough*FAT TONY*cough*
Sorry about that. I'm still getting over a cold.
So, the short film is slowly coming to fruition. I now have two people on board to help me with it. Now all I have to do is actually write the damn thing. I think I'm going to go with Keystone Pride. The story is about a group of friends from... you guessed it... Pennsylvania. Maybe I'll also have them be White Pride assholes. Or maybe they'll just have pride in their shitty little hometown and state. The opening credits have already been written and semi-storyboarded, so that's interesting to no one.
Well, I'm going to take a shit.
Okay, I'm back. That took about 22 minutes, but none of you know that, nor do you have any idea what pain I just went through to come back here and write some lame shit that no one's going to read or care about. Well fuck you. I hope sometime you have to take a shit in the middle of something and then no one appreciates it. Then you'll see how I feel.
You can't shampoo a shampooer!
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