Gawd, the things I would do to PJ Harvey. Gawd I love that woman. You know what else I love? I love waking up on the American day of Independence to read some horse shit message on Facebook from some cock sucking Kraut thief trying to educate me on the merits and meaning of words like Libel, Slander, and Defamation. Hey fuckwad, I will say anything I want about anything I see fit to comment on, especially if it's on Facebook. You can't really expect to receive any amount of Privacy on there, can you? Especially on what is essentially a public airing of opinions? I don't think you can do that because of something called Freedom of Speech. It's in the Bill Of Rights, it's in the Constitution that Americans fought and died for, to break free from British tyranny, I think LOL. You think your idle threats are any deterrent to me? Think again dude. If my own personal Lawyer Robert Walsh doesn't spank you, then I got a team of Lawyers who work for my Tribe in California who have got nothing better to do than bury your ass in Legal papers a mile deep. I've seen them do it. It's ugly. And BTW, you should of read that stuff you copy and pasted from somewhere on the Internet. At the end of it all, it explained Why Commencing A Defamation Action Is Not Always A Good Idea. They're 95% non winnable, and never worth the $$$ spent on Lawyer fees, and I know your broke ass can't even afford a good place to live in, or a nice car to drive around in, much less extravagant Lawyers fees. So just man up and hush it, OK? Don't make me be the bad guy. Please. It's not worth it. If you would just take responsibility for your chickenshit actions then maybe I could see fit to take you seriously. As it is, your just a scared little boy who likes to play games, and you get soooooo butt hurt when things don't go your way. Boo fucking hoo. Go chase after the pussy you lost like you always do, like you have before, and like you obviously are again. Pathetic. Does it really bother you so much that she's lost interest in you? Guess so, if you're talking crazy like you are to me... hahahaha Anyways, next move is yours kid. Send me those lawsuit papers so I can feed them to my Shark Lawyers. I guarantee you will regret doing such an asinine thing. Don't you got better things to do? Seriously? I know I do.
Yeah, my Life is never dull, that's for sure! hee hee hee Hey! Happy Birthday to Battle Born, one of the best bands to ever come out of Vegas. It was 4 years ago yesterday that they all got together to play a backyard BBQ party thingy, and it seems kind of appropriate in hindsight. Battle Born. Independence Day. That whole Revolutionary War thing. Work with me people. Anyways, big ups to Battle Born for setting a fine example of how a real punk band gets things done nowadays - by busting their asses and playing some amazing punk tunes, and not by how many pyramid studs they can fit on their denim vest or by how many shitty punk band patches you sew on your pants. Substance over Style. You pathetic cookie cutter punk bands here in Vegas could learn a few things from Battle Born, that's for sure. Now where's that new album at dammit? LOL
Man, I don't know why I got such a bee in my bonnet over that Adicks gig @ Wasted Space last night, but I did. It just didn't seem right that so many people were hyped on that gig. It was the 4th of July! You mean to tell me that with all the parties going on around town, and all the other things you could of been doing on that Holiday, the best thing you could come up with to do was to pay some over-priced cover at some douchey club where they're only gonna herd you out like cattle when the gigs over so they can get 'the beautiful club people' (their real bread and butter) in there, just to see some British band play on the day of your American independence? You should of gone to the LVCS to see that Johnny Cash tribute band play. Now that music is as American as it gets, not some posturing from some Limeys shouting out revolutionary slogans in Spanish that they neither mean nor support. The last time the British tried to do anything 'Revolutionary' didn't end so well, did it? hahahaha Fuck that. I mean seriously, didn't the Adicks just play that same venue a few months ago? It sucked then too, memmer? You memmer. I memmer not going to that gig because one of a certain someone's icky musical projects was playing that night, and I don't have any idea who opened the gig last night, but I'm almost positive it was someone who didn't deserve it! LOL Gawd, the Apathy that just seems to thrive here in supposed 'Sin City'. Oh Vegas, my Love/Hate relationship with you just grows and grows. Hey, if you had fun @ the Adicks, God Bless ya. I think I'm just over it.
I've been missing out on a lot of Birthdays this month. From people I care for dearly who try to pass poisonous fish to me, people that I just get drunk and play them at pool all night, to people who spend too much time skateboarding in search of dead hookers, I've been hugely slacking in the birthday wishes department, and for that I apologize. Heroin is a Hell of a drug... heh heh. I'm slowly snapping out of it, coming back to reality, dealing with the ugly facts as they are presented to me, and again, I apologize, so if you see me out and about, just slap me in the head and remind me that I got you nothing for your birthday and I'll buy you a couple of rounds of drinks at least. It's not like I don't do that for you anyways, right? LOL To all of you, a belated Happy Birthday! Hope you got what you wished for.
Ya know, seeing the video for Jenn. O. Cide's birthday bash @ the Double Down almost makes me wish I could stomach going to that place. It was impressive that she drank a whole bottle of ass juice (out of a goblet though, and not straight from the bottle... boooooooo) but even more impressive was her eating glass, and trying to light a cigarette using sparks from a grinder applied to a hatchet. Don't know what I'm talking about? Click here and here to see that shit for yourself. It is funny, to say the least, if only to hear Turbo from the Vermin cackling like the Joker. :-)
Again, I know there's loads more I wanted to talk about, but I gotta get back to my newest addiction - Red Dead Redemption for the Xbox 360. Such a great game. I just opened up the Tall Trees area, so I'm looking forward to killing me some bear and hopefully some beavers, so I can get that stuff to that guy who's building the airplane... hee hee hee I'm sure none of you know what I'm talking about and that's OK. Par for the course around here. See you at the gig on Thurs. Why is CJ Ramone playing a bunch of Ramones tunes? Don't know, don't care. All I know is that I would be there regardless of whether or not my band was opening. American Punk Rock motherfuckers. You should be supporting his gig instead of that Adicks gig. CJ Ramone doesn't play here every few months, and he ain't playing at a club where Pink and 5 Finger Death Punch are considered 'Hard and Extreme'. It was the Ramones who turned the British onto the whole Punk Rock experience, and I don't know whether to Thank them or Curse them for that... hee hee hee. To quote Glenn Danzig: Fuck the British! The British Suck!. Yeah, couldn't of said it better myself. See you around.
Yeah, my Life is never dull, that's for sure! hee hee hee Hey! Happy Birthday to Battle Born, one of the best bands to ever come out of Vegas. It was 4 years ago yesterday that they all got together to play a backyard BBQ party thingy, and it seems kind of appropriate in hindsight. Battle Born. Independence Day. That whole Revolutionary War thing. Work with me people. Anyways, big ups to Battle Born for setting a fine example of how a real punk band gets things done nowadays - by busting their asses and playing some amazing punk tunes, and not by how many pyramid studs they can fit on their denim vest or by how many shitty punk band patches you sew on your pants. Substance over Style. You pathetic cookie cutter punk bands here in Vegas could learn a few things from Battle Born, that's for sure. Now where's that new album at dammit? LOL
Man, I don't know why I got such a bee in my bonnet over that Adicks gig @ Wasted Space last night, but I did. It just didn't seem right that so many people were hyped on that gig. It was the 4th of July! You mean to tell me that with all the parties going on around town, and all the other things you could of been doing on that Holiday, the best thing you could come up with to do was to pay some over-priced cover at some douchey club where they're only gonna herd you out like cattle when the gigs over so they can get 'the beautiful club people' (their real bread and butter) in there, just to see some British band play on the day of your American independence? You should of gone to the LVCS to see that Johnny Cash tribute band play. Now that music is as American as it gets, not some posturing from some Limeys shouting out revolutionary slogans in Spanish that they neither mean nor support. The last time the British tried to do anything 'Revolutionary' didn't end so well, did it? hahahaha Fuck that. I mean seriously, didn't the Adicks just play that same venue a few months ago? It sucked then too, memmer? You memmer. I memmer not going to that gig because one of a certain someone's icky musical projects was playing that night, and I don't have any idea who opened the gig last night, but I'm almost positive it was someone who didn't deserve it! LOL Gawd, the Apathy that just seems to thrive here in supposed 'Sin City'. Oh Vegas, my Love/Hate relationship with you just grows and grows. Hey, if you had fun @ the Adicks, God Bless ya. I think I'm just over it.
I've been missing out on a lot of Birthdays this month. From people I care for dearly who try to pass poisonous fish to me, people that I just get drunk and play them at pool all night, to people who spend too much time skateboarding in search of dead hookers, I've been hugely slacking in the birthday wishes department, and for that I apologize. Heroin is a Hell of a drug... heh heh. I'm slowly snapping out of it, coming back to reality, dealing with the ugly facts as they are presented to me, and again, I apologize, so if you see me out and about, just slap me in the head and remind me that I got you nothing for your birthday and I'll buy you a couple of rounds of drinks at least. It's not like I don't do that for you anyways, right? LOL To all of you, a belated Happy Birthday! Hope you got what you wished for.
Ya know, seeing the video for Jenn. O. Cide's birthday bash @ the Double Down almost makes me wish I could stomach going to that place. It was impressive that she drank a whole bottle of ass juice (out of a goblet though, and not straight from the bottle... boooooooo) but even more impressive was her eating glass, and trying to light a cigarette using sparks from a grinder applied to a hatchet. Don't know what I'm talking about? Click here and here to see that shit for yourself. It is funny, to say the least, if only to hear Turbo from the Vermin cackling like the Joker. :-)
Again, I know there's loads more I wanted to talk about, but I gotta get back to my newest addiction - Red Dead Redemption for the Xbox 360. Such a great game. I just opened up the Tall Trees area, so I'm looking forward to killing me some bear and hopefully some beavers, so I can get that stuff to that guy who's building the airplane... hee hee hee I'm sure none of you know what I'm talking about and that's OK. Par for the course around here. See you at the gig on Thurs. Why is CJ Ramone playing a bunch of Ramones tunes? Don't know, don't care. All I know is that I would be there regardless of whether or not my band was opening. American Punk Rock motherfuckers. You should be supporting his gig instead of that Adicks gig. CJ Ramone doesn't play here every few months, and he ain't playing at a club where Pink and 5 Finger Death Punch are considered 'Hard and Extreme'. It was the Ramones who turned the British onto the whole Punk Rock experience, and I don't know whether to Thank them or Curse them for that... hee hee hee. To quote Glenn Danzig: Fuck the British! The British Suck!. Yeah, couldn't of said it better myself. See you around.
