Archive for July, 2007
ok, so i arrived in the loo around 1 30 in the afternoon after sitting and sweating in traffic for a few hours.
foot out the window, in my panties pumping Z103.5 like it was my job, making friends with attractive ladies. sadly, there were none, so i talked to myself.
when i got here, steve and i decided to go to all you can eat sushi for lunch. it was pretty good and i snacked on spicy salmon and some guess what you’re eating and you win a prize rolls.
what made our trip over to the sushi place even better was listening to the autistic kids choirs rendition of summer of ‘69 by bryan adams. it sounded a lot like a medley between a car backfiring, a baby shitting its diaper and a cat being set on fire. yeah, my ear drums still hurt.
Dear Chad,
why do you suck? do you do it on purpose, or blame it on birth defects due to your mom drinking during pregnancy?
All your songs have the same structure; they all go from bad to worse.
for example, its bad when the music starts, and gets worse when you start singing with that lame diarrhea chewing voice of yours.
when you croon such trainwrecks like ‘animals’ and ‘rockstar’ i see people literally drop dead on the street. the news claims its the heat and smog, only to cover up the fact you just suck. think of the pandemic that would be caused if it were really known your brutal songs were the cause of all that death? well, you’d be shot or hopefully maimed, butchered and burned alive. but thats only in a perfect world, and sadly… ours isn’t. which goes back to my original point about you and your band making music.
WOAH.
so aside from having to work now, the weekend was ridiculous.
goderich and grand bend are awesome fun.
prologue: pluckin’ fest is a festival where little kids go around beating chickens or each other with chickens.
then they bbq anyone or anything that doesn’t make it.
ie. like in 300 where all the weak pathetic gimpy babies get thrown down the well, all the sissy nancy boy kids and chickens get their shit bbq’d and fed to keep the strong even stronger.
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