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Well, you’re the seamstress of this here factory, could you fashion something out of a pair of girls thongs and other magical ingredients that’ll make sure my privates stay in place ? I am willing to pay in discarded lawnmower parts. Also money.
You don’t ? After getting the christmas card where you had them placed around the christmas tree and had dressed them in santa clothes I wouldn’t put it past you.
Man thong, that’s simply not fair, can’t I use a girl thong ?
Of course you don’t, no need for that when you have three giant sized cardboard cut outs of male underwear models in your bedroom.
Great. That means I have to practice walking on my hands, naked, which means that I’ll be looking at my dangling johnson.
"girl" wrote:If you have a face, you better bet your sweet bippy that a butt will soon be in it.Promising.
I shall practice walking on my hands, it seems polite that people I meet won’t have to bend over to greet me. It also helps the whole bum on shoulder routine.A penis leash. Evil Penis needs a theme song, somewhere along the lines of
sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me, so throw me down and tie me up and show how much you like me. Except that it’s the Evil Penis that does the whipping and chaining.
I’m thinking Anthrax should probably make it, or some really crappy speedhairmetaltrashpunk outfit where the guy sings in a falsetto.
Well, I need to find a cape worthy of a villain for my penis.Todays porn movie featured a scene in a bathroom where the walls had been covered with vinyl lp’s. I’m not sure where I stand on that subject.
So Vermontians do like dogs and sniff eachothers bums as a way of greeting one another. That explains alot, and it also makes me slightly interested in travelling there sometime.
With my luck I’ll probably run into the guy on the left though, and I must be honest and admit that it could put a damper on the whole experience.
[img]http://bigtableacademy.com/Chan/images/I_Beat_Anorexia_T-Shirt.jpg[/img]After replying to you last night I decided to check my repress of Where You Been and compare it to the original pressing. The only flaw, and I admit, it was a major flaw, in my plan was the fact that I had spent the better part of the day and night getting next to incapacitated on Fernet Branca, the most evil of all the evil things one can drink. For some strange reason this influenced my aim and ability stand straight, the result being that I broke the needle.
So I’ve played it on my portable recordplayer which tracks lp’s with the grace of a tumbling rock. Even so the repress played fine all the way through on both sides, no scratches, nor skipping of the needle. And you should definetely get it replaced, listening to Where You Been without being able to enjoy Get Me and Drawerings is like, well, some smarty pants comment about having a girl undress infront of you without touching her her girly parts. Mostly her shoulder.
A lot of vinyl from the past two or three years have suffered from too small center holes and microscopic bits of cardboard stuck in the grooves. We’ve had to switch from eastern european plants to a plant in England to make sure that the vinyl we put out meet the expected standards.
I haven’t spun the Rhino Where You Been yet, but I’ll try it tomorrow and report back with my findings.
I’m not saying that I know what’s wrong with the lp you’ve got, but this is a well known problem amongst indie labels in europe. The rule of thumb is that you get what you pay for, as manufacturer that is, and that it’s wise to spend the few extra dollars to get it done by people who take pride in their work.
The last time we tried to press something in an eastern european plant they needed three attempts to make the cut.So, does new vinyl suck ? Not necessarily. A lot of companies put out vinyl that bear the sign of real craftmanship, but sadly some companies are willing to let inferior pressings be released on the market. I’m astonished if this is the case with Rhino, they usually know what they’re doing.
"girl" wrote:Dead SnowI think I am now in hearts with Lasse Valdal. Even when he is all bloody and getting murdered by zombies. Maybe even more so because of it.
Haha, he’ll get a kick out of hearing that !
Superpowers.
The other day I learned about the awesome superpower of having to poop whenever someone is about to go somewhere. Today I discovered another most amazing one, namely the superpowers of mums and younger sisters. There’s been a problem that I haven’t had any idea how to deal with, but today was the deadline of attending to it, and it turns out that mums and sisters have powers beyond my wildest imagination.
I was dreading this on so many levels, and it didn’t help that I’ve been the champion of hungoverdness today, but with the help of these superpowers it went great. The problem is by no means solved, but it’s atleast being attended to. And that was all I could hope for.Waking up on the floor, a sofa and a table at the same time. Finding out that somehow my turquiose spice girls t-shirt has been mysteriously paired with a pair of bright red suspenders during the night. Thinking that’s the weirdest thing that’s happened in a day or two, until I find that I’m wearing female undergarments.
EDIT: and it has been brought to my attention that I called a bunch of friends and sang Wolly Bully.
Nobunny tonight !
I couldn’t be happier. Atleast not while wearing clothes, and knowing Nobunny that might be taken care of during the performance.[youtube]7Xk8vO_jTXE[/youtube]
"jeremiah" wrote:all my dreams for the last few weeks have had Bowie soundtracks. Not complete songs though, just like a mashup of lyrics but all Ziggy Stardust era stuff.That happened to me after I saw Life On Mars, the proper one, mind you.
Not as spectacular as the dreams I had after watching Story of O, though.
"girl" wrote:Well that was mildly disappointing.I have perfected being mildly disappointing into an artform.
In regards to your dreams, I have made it my raison d’etre never to let reality interfer with my dream world.
"girl" wrote:Why? Does it hide your car keys on you when you are already running late for work? Or tells you that your butt looks big in those new pair of pants you just bought? this cracked me up to the point where I had to gasp for air and check to make sure that I didn’t pee my pants.
But, sadly no. I wish those were the reasons though !
