F*ck yeah!
Listening to: The MeAt PuPpeTs
AND
Meself!
Exhibit A) I just put a few extra daubs of paint on the band site. We now have mp3's for your listening pleasure. Give us your love and support... for, though we'd do it either way, it's just that now YOU CAN LISTEN TO OUR MUSIC ANYWHERE. Oops, eh... ahem. yes. right-o. not that you would think that I was barmy or anything... eh heh. It's just that this is so f*cking cool I can't... can't... stop... dancing... if only you could see me now... okokokokokok ok... okay. Breathe.
*- Adding asterisks seems to make the words obscene again. Let me explain: shitfuck. Or... Sh*t-F*ck. Eh, maybe it's just me. You could also string them in with a little surprise at the end: f*ck-f*ck-f*ckity-f*ck-f*ck SHIT! Ahh. I feel twelve years old again.
Exhibit B (For Bowling) Damn, it's been a fun week. I have been drinking lots of cheap beer and playing pool and bowling. (Brendan- now with 20% more manliness. Scratch-scratch-snort. Make that 21%.) It's been great. I haven't really gone bowling since I turned of-drinking-age, and I have to say alcohol really does help the sport. I think it has something to do with the lack of full-on-motor-control, the swagger up to the lane, followed by the primal grunt as you toss the heavy rock towards a distant object. Normally after bowling for hours I wake up the next day a bit sore. No so this morning. Hungover, yes, but my muscles had no problem, being all loose-like the night before. Thank you Mr. Yeast Excrement for your contribution to my bowling excellence. I actually broke a hundred. That's like, one third perfection. I can settle for that... today.
Also in recent news- Jam Party on March 18th in Albany. Who's coming, who's coming with me, man?
Here is the link to our website again: Skald at Myspace.com
Three instances of self-promotion is enough isn't it?
AND
Meself!
Exhibit A) I just put a few extra daubs of paint on the band site. We now have mp3's for your listening pleasure. Give us your love and support... for, though we'd do it either way, it's just that now YOU CAN LISTEN TO OUR MUSIC ANYWHERE. Oops, eh... ahem. yes. right-o. not that you would think that I was barmy or anything... eh heh. It's just that this is so f*cking cool I can't... can't... stop... dancing... if only you could see me now... okokokokokok ok... okay. Breathe.
*- Adding asterisks seems to make the words obscene again. Let me explain: shitfuck. Or... Sh*t-F*ck. Eh, maybe it's just me. You could also string them in with a little surprise at the end: f*ck-f*ck-f*ckity-f*ck-f*ck SHIT! Ahh. I feel twelve years old again.
Exhibit B (For Bowling) Damn, it's been a fun week. I have been drinking lots of cheap beer and playing pool and bowling. (Brendan- now with 20% more manliness. Scratch-scratch-snort. Make that 21%.) It's been great. I haven't really gone bowling since I turned of-drinking-age, and I have to say alcohol really does help the sport. I think it has something to do with the lack of full-on-motor-control, the swagger up to the lane, followed by the primal grunt as you toss the heavy rock towards a distant object. Normally after bowling for hours I wake up the next day a bit sore. No so this morning. Hungover, yes, but my muscles had no problem, being all loose-like the night before. Thank you Mr. Yeast Excrement for your contribution to my bowling excellence. I actually broke a hundred. That's like, one third perfection. I can settle for that... today.
Also in recent news- Jam Party on March 18th in Albany. Who's coming, who's coming with me, man?
Here is the link to our website again: Skald at Myspace.com
Three instances of self-promotion is enough isn't it?
posted by ThoughtMeats at 12:19 AM
2 Comments:
Bon jour. Le temps amer que je vois.
Chercher le temps et quelques comment terrien ici.
Blog agréable.
Je devrai revenir plus tard.
Good post
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