Giuseppe Zangara

How are fucking clippers—what with their meshing gears and whatnot—safer for your nutsack.

What, like electric clippers? On your balls? That's insane.

No one wants your jam band shit, mesepher. Go away.

Nair isn't supposed to go on sensitive areas; judging from the time I put some on my face, I'd rather not set my scrote on fire, too.

I also saw Thandie Newton walking along the street. She's as hot in person, believe me.

I already did the first album, so... Furthermore, Coat is on crack. The third album is the second best VU.

I was using a Schick Quatro. Maybe that fourth blade is what did it!

Same here, which is why I avoided it for the longest time. I'm not going to let that deter me, though; as soon as I'm fully healed, I'm giving it another shot.

http://stream.unf.edu:8080/ramgen/wosp/wosp.smil It's going to be pre-recorded programming for the next few minutes, but Fugazi will follow soon.

I made eye contact with Kevin Bacon at a painfully hip chain clothing store in NYC. Suck on that.

Your balls sweat. Pubic hair stinks when covered in sweat. Your crotch will smell. Even if you just bathed prior to getting intimate with someone, you're still going to have hairy junk, which your significant other will very likely find little reason to put her (or his) face near. It's similar to attempting going down on a girl who never shaves her pussy.

Wrestling nerd.

Which is to say there's a tolerable amount of scrotum bleeding, obv.

Lather, but I was careless. The pain—which was extreme—lasted quickly. It didn't bleed right away, but when it did, it flowed for a lot longer than I would've liked.

I'm aware of that. Doesn't make you any less ignorant. If you want to argue semantics, everything is popular to some degree. But that's not the point. As has been repeatedly been discussed in this thread, "pop music" is an ever-evolving, widely-encompassing term. It doesn't have to be on the radio, but that certainly is a predominant aspect of it.

Long-time trimmer here (self-trimmer, you cheeky monkeys), but I tried shaving for the first time yesterday. There was blood.

Hey, I've taken over the WOSP airwaves and am playing albums in their entirety. Hüsker Dü's New Day Rising is nearing its end now; next will be Animal Collective or Fugazi.

This is the best song they've ever done; I don't know why people say otherwise. That fucking riff is like aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

You fruity bastard. The title track is good, of course, but the "message" hinders it a little bit. Anyway, Hüsker Dü - Flip Your Wig (1985) Flip Your Wig - 8 Every Everything - 7 Makes No Sense At All - 9 Hate Paper Doll - 7 Green Eyes - 8 Divide and Conquer - 10 Games - 8 Find Me - 7 The Baby Song - 1 (this is a real "What the fuck was Hart thinking with this and why did Mould agree to let it appear on the album?" sort of moment) Flexible Flyer - 7 Private Plane - 7 Keep Hanging On - 7 The Wit and the Wisdom - 8 Don't Know Yet - 7 More consistent than New Day Rising (with one obv. exception), but I prefer that album more, anyway. It's the thinner production Spot gave to that record as compared to the fuller sound the self-produced FYW employed, I think. Oh, and I'll get around to Zen Arcade one of these days.

Edwin's crazy; "Play in the Sunshine" is way better than the title track. And I was gonna rate Echo and the Bunnymen's Crocodiles—because Superstar inadvertantly reminded me—but this comp is all screwy and it lost my post.

You have shitty taste in posts.

I have a job.

Nor is he able to properly pluralize "reply," as evidenced in General Chat.

People who claim to like Merzbow are only kidding themselves.

Shitpurse was years ago; cokehead blowjob was never seen after the night of the blowjob. This was just some girl, that's all.