justsoyouknow

Hey, remember when you guys all wanted Czech, me, Vitamin X, Slayer, and CWM suspended and/or banned because we thought you guys needed to get over it? That was at like page 7, I think.

I have absolutely NO idea what either of you are talking about here.

We already said potheads.

Guys, I think this kid might smoke pot or something.

We Germans are very efficient people.

Recently picked up the new Tim Armstrong CD. Two problems: firstly, it's called "A Poet's Life" - which I'm pretty sure I wouldn't call him a poet. Secondly, he thinks he's some sort of reggae singer now. Also got the new Against Me! but haven't listened to it yet. I'm pretty stoked though.

So...is Cthulhu not considered a sea monster?

Trailer's back up at Apple. http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/11808/

Art Brut are a band that were featured heavily in Rolling Stone, automatically making me hate them.

My name is Gon. You got a problem with that, Massito?

Perhaps therein lies the joke.

I'm sorry, who?

That pretty much confirms the Ancient Ones returning then. Though, in the trailer, you can hear someone go, "It's a lion! It's huge!" before the head of the Statue of Liberty comes flying.

I find it amusing that at the SSJB, we use each other's first names, but here, not so much.

I was waiting for Matt Young to post, but I got his second-in-suck, Vanhalen.

Pot's kind of a "meh" thing nowadays. It's all about percodan.

I heard it was something having to do with Lovecraft and the Ancient Ones on aintitcoolnews.com, but who the hell knows. That would be pretty fucking sweet, though.

"Moose Knuckle", it's called.

Hey, 1,000 posts. Stop posting in this folder.

Word. Technically, he didn't set out to kill himself, either.

Don't smoke so much reefer.

Durgz.

YES.

The best would probably be the first time I did shrooms. I honestly thought that I was Indiana Jones for some reason, and I was looking at ancient civilizations that I could see in the details on the concrete outside. When I went inside, I found clues all over the walls, which led me into each of the different bedrooms in the apartment. I opened the door to my friend's room (he always kept it messy), and thought I was in a jungle. I had a stick that I thought was a machete, and I was tossing things all around his room, thinking I was making progress towards treasure. Afterwards, we went for a walk around the apartment complex, where my ex and I almost got hit by a car, freaked out some people playing poker on their deck, and decided we were never finding our way home. The worst would probably be the time that I snorted morphine. That was interesting.

OMG IS CHRIS BENOIT STILL DEAD?