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Yes. *points light in Dave's face* ARE YOU THE ALMIGHTY SMITER?!?
Haha. I knew that would get your attention, but alas, no, I don't smite people since I don't have mine turned on.
I didn't think you were, but you can never be too safe.
Also, regarding Blazing Saddles, my Dad first showed it to me when I was like....4, I wanna say. So one day we're walking down the street in his old neighborhood, I'm doing retarded little kid things like trying to eat pieces of garbage and running into sh*t, when I bumped into a black guy on the corner of the street. Being that a little kid's mind is an endless sponge, I immediately thought of a line from that movie that I just watched but really didn't understand (and some of you might know where this is going). I got a huge sh*t-eating grin on my face, pointed and said "hey daddy! The Sheriff is a _________!" before my Dad could cover my mouth, or kick me into oncoming traffic, or something to save himself from what he said was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Luckily, the guy on the corner knew the movie quite well (and also realized a 4 year old can't actually be racist), laughed and said "Where the white women at?"
Still, my dad said he wanted to crawl in a hole and die, and I just wanted ice cream. Innocence is an odd thing.
Haha. I knew that would get your attention, but alas, no, I don't smite people since I don't have mine turned on.
I didn't think you were, but you can never be too safe.
Also, regarding Blazing Saddles, my Dad first showed it to me when I was like....4, I wanna say. So one day we're walking down the street in his old neighborhood, I'm doing frittata little kid things like trying to eat pieces of garbage and running into sh*t, when I bumped into a black guy on the corner of the street. Being that a little kid's mind is an endless sponge, I immediately thought of a line from that movie that I just watched but really didn't understand (and some of you might know where this is going). I got a huge sh*t-eating grin on my face, pointed and said "hey daddy! The Sheriff is a _________!" before my Dad could cover my mouth, or kick me into oncoming traffic, or something to save himself from what he said was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Luckily, the guy on the corner knew the movie quite well (and also realized a 4 year old can't actually be racist), laughed and said "Where the white women at?"
Still, my dad said he wanted to crawl in a hole and die, and I just wanted ice cream. Innocence is an odd thing.
That story made my day, +1 to you when I get back to a PC rather than my phone
02/08 Tool 02/11 Jeff Mangum 02/17 of Montreal 02/29 Blind Pilot 03/31 The Naked & The Famous 05/14 M83 and I Break Horses 05/19 Flaming Lips, Young the Giant, Dawes and AWOLNATION 06/07 Bonnaroo 2012!!! 06/13 Roger Waters 07/28 Toadies
The most stressful plane ride EVER was one where I was bringing my sister's dog across the country as a carry-on. Luckily the dog is a perfect angel and I never even heard a whimper, never mind a bark or the like. The Hartford flight was delayed three times. It was plane trouble and they ended up switching our plane to an old version. It had to stop in St Louis for a "quick" gas break because it couldn't make it all the way to Vegas. We ended up being stuck on the tarmac there for 45 minutes and I long missed my connecting flight and had to wait almost 2 hours in Vegas for my final leg to Oakland. The poor dog was stuck in a airport/plane from like 2 PM EST til 10:30 PST. I can be quite anxious sometimes, and I was FREAKING OUT about the poor dog. Worst trip of my life.
Holy crap that would be terrible! Did the dog have any chance to go the bathroom? Did you have to hold it over the plane toilet while he did his business? If so did he lick your face at the same time cause that'd be weird...
Perhaps asking that is weird, but now I kinda need to know.
During the initial delays, I went back through security and walked up and down the pickup area for close to an hour trying to tire her out and she went then. In St Louis, we stayed on the plane, but in Vegas I let her out in the family restroom. I let her walk around a little and gave her a little bit of water and put out a puppy pad out but she didn’t go. So no, Chico, the scenario that you gave did NOT happen, but it would be very weird/awkward/funny if it did.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Haha. I knew that would get your attention, but alas, no, I don't smite people since I don't have mine turned on.
I didn't think you were, but you can never be too safe.
Also, regarding Blazing Saddles, my Dad first showed it to me when I was like....4, I wanna say. So one day we're walking down the street in his old neighborhood, I'm doing frittata little kid things like trying to eat pieces of garbage and running into sh*t, when I bumped into a black guy on the corner of the street. Being that a little kid's mind is an endless sponge, I immediately thought of a line from that movie that I just watched but really didn't understand (and some of you might know where this is going). I got a huge sh*t-eating grin on my face, pointed and said "hey daddy! The Sheriff is a _________!" before my Dad could cover my mouth, or kick me into oncoming traffic, or something to save himself from what he said was the most embarrassing moment of his life. Luckily, the guy on the corner knew the movie quite well (and also realized a 4 year old can't actually be racist), laughed and said "Where the white women at?"
Still, my dad said he wanted to crawl in a hole and die, and I just wanted ice cream. Innocence is an odd thing.
You have made my day with your story. As a mother of 3 precocious children, I have been there done that. Not anything like you & Blazing Saddles, but pretty darn close. Thanks so much for sharing!
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
A record store in Chicago has a list of Do Not Buy CDs for guiding employees about what they do and do not buy secondhand. The list includes "everything Pitchforky". Amazing.
Post by A$AP Rosko on Jul 25, 2012 14:19:33 GMT -5
Just heard a really funny story about Citizen Cope from a buddy of mine. Apparently, the venerable Mr. Cope is a huge douche and when he last played the Lincoln Theatre here in Raleigh, 5 or 10 minutes before he was supposed to go on, he sent his massive security guard out to demand that someone from Lincoln take him to go get, of all things, ice cream. F*cking ice cream. Show started like 45 minutes late because when Citizen Cope wants ice cream, CITIZEN COPE GETS ICE CREAM.
A record store in Chicago has a list of Do Not Buy CDs for guiding employees about what they do and do not buy secondhand. The list includes "everything Pitchforky". Amazing.
LOL. Having worked at a record store for 4+ years, almost 99% of the stuff on that list I totally get and agree with. So sick of seeing that sh*t come through. However, there were a few I didn't get...Tripping Daisy? What? It's funny because we literally sold a used copy of a super rare Tripping Daisy CD like five days ago for a cool $50.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Just heard a really funny story about Citizen Cope from a buddy of mine. Apparently, the venerable Mr. Cope is a huge summers breeze and when he last played the Lincoln Theatre here in Raleigh, 5 or 10 minutes before he was supposed to go on, he sent his massive security guard out to demand that someone from Lincoln take him to go get, of all things, ice cream. F*cking ice cream. Show started like 45 minutes late because when Citizen Cope wants ice cream, CITIZEN COPE GETS ICE CREAM.
Oddly enough, I met Cope up at Hunter Mountain during Mountain Jam one year. He was pretty nice, to be completely honest. But I think that may have had more to do with the fact that he was shamelessly hitting on my friend (to be fair, she's hot).
Only if you are going to gaze at it from a distance and practice awkward pickup lines on it.
So uh...what's your favorite Deerhunter album?
Not bad, but I want to feel your complete and utter sense of fear due to the fact that you're actually having a convo with the fairer sex. Trembles, pitty sweats, the whole 9.
Not bad, but I want to feel your complete and utter sense of fear due to the fact that you're actually having a convo with the fairer sex. Trembles, pitty sweats, the whole 9.
"So, uh...are you a uh...OK Computer kind of uh...girl, or a Kid A kind of uh...ohmygodbye."
Not bad, but I want to feel your complete and utter sense of fear due to the fact that you're actually having a convo with the fairer sex. Trembles, pitty sweats, the whole 9.
"So, uh...are you a uh...OK Computer kind of uh...girl, or a Kid A kind of uh...ohmygodbye."
A record store in Chicago has a list of Do Not Buy CDs for guiding employees about what they do and do not buy secondhand. The list includes "everything Pitchforky". Amazing.
I went to read the article and actually found the story below it even funnier:
A record store in Chicago has a list of Do Not Buy CDs for guiding employees about what they do and do not buy secondhand. The list includes "everything Pitchforky". Amazing.
Laurie's Planet of Sound is a great store if you ever find yerself on the North Side in Lincoln Square.
“The ‘15 minutes of fame,’ flavor-of-the-moment CD on Pitchfork –- in one year, be wary of it,” Myers notes, referring to the popular music blog. “I don’t know if it has quite the power it once did. It used to be anybody that got a good review on Pitchfork, we would have to make sure we got it in because we would have a flood of people come in and say, ‘I heard about it on Pitchfork, I want to buy it.’”
A record store in Chicago has a list of Do Not Buy CDs for guiding employees about what they do and do not buy secondhand. The list includes "everything Pitchforky". Amazing.
I went to read the article and actually found the story below it even funnier: