Giuseppe Zangara

I have to remind myself from time to time that not everyone has long known that commercial radio is a joke.

But if the people who are sent to said folder are terrible themselves, its shittiness may be lost on them entirely.

Neither are relevant to the subject at hand.

Fretless? Joining a funk band?

I'll admit to having danced to Franz Ferdinand a couple of times at clubs, but that's the extent of my relationship with them.

So I went downtown today, driving my mother's 1995 mercury villager mini-van, to get some legal documents I need. After picking up said documents I started driving home. I hit a red light on the way, when I notice these fat kids (around 15) yelling across the street to each other. Real "morbidly obese" looking kids. The light turns green, and the kid started WALKING INTO THE STREET. And when I saw walking, I mean SLOWLY. On purpose. He was like a 90 year old man walking across the street, holding up ALL the traffic, and laughing it up with his friends across the street. I honked my horn and he gave me "the look". When I saw "The look" I mean the "I wanna jelly donut, bitch" look. Well I'm not exactly a nice person, so I got VERY pissed, and decided to scare this fucker so that he would never do it again. So I started driving and pretended to be looking in the glove compartment for something and I see the kid start waddling like hell back to the sidewalk. I was very proud of myself and felt like sharing the story here at The SmartMarks.

Sorry I missed.

This was a parody thread, guys. Stop posting in it.

He was wearing a Kurt Angle shirt, if that means anything.

Jesus Christ, they should demolish the school now for writing this shit.

Is this a joke?

Is this a joke?

The newly reissued Talking Heads live album The Name of This Band is Talking Heads. Not usually a fan of live albums (and I prefer to watch the film Stop Making Sense than listening to the album), but this double disc set is so, so good.

I'll wear them as a hat.

I just wanna bury my head in them.

They're terrible enough on record, but live, oh man. I don't know why they bother to bring instruments with them on stage; it sounds like their album is just being played over the PA very loudly while they prance about like a bunch of ninnies.

Cool guy. Happy bday.

Worst fucking band. You're both wrong. Great fucking band. Go listen to Allman Brothers, then. For what it's worth, here are my least favorite currently active bands, "indie" edition (no particular order): My Morning Jacket The Faint The Thrills Polyphonic Spree

BNA KOTZENJUNDEGS

Times like these, I really don't care if they're real or fake.

If you cut out the false start featuring Kim Gordon's blathering, then I'd agree with you.

Look, I can tell the difference between real and fake by feel, and usually can tell the difference by sight, but not so with Lohan. So she's either gonna have to go topless or I'm gonna have to personally explore her luscious mammaries myself. Once I do, I'll weigh in on this pressing issue.

Speaking of GWAR, I still enjoy "The Road Behind" just as much as I did when I was 13.

My accusing you being on crack was due to my not agreeing with anything in your previous post, except for Lindsay Lohan's tits being "fabulous." I don't particularly care if they're real, either; it's not like I'm ever gonna get my hands on 'em.

You're on crack.