justsoyouknow

:::Sneaks into kitchen and steals a tomato::: Zack: "I'd like to sing you guys a song...it goes something like this: Ooooooooooverly emotional bullllllllllllllshit.....ACK!" :::Runs away giggling as Zack wipes tomato off his face.

It's fun, isn't it?

:::Gets tired of waiting for someone to help him out, crawls off the stage, collapses in the corner:::

:::Still lying on the stage:::

:::not wanting to be outdone, JSYK goes onstage to do a David Lee Roth cover. Three words into Atomic Punk, he tries to do a karate kick and falls flat on his face, causing a large gash. Blood everywhere...Sandman runs over and stands over JSYK, chanting "HE'S HARDCORE! HE'S HARDCORE!", while Mario sits in the corner and pouts, because he knows that JSYK does a much better Roth impression:::

:::Drunkenly discusses what an asshole Chave is with rest of TSMers::: :::Approaches Chave::: "HEY! Don't be such a fucking pussy! Do some fucking karaoke!"

:::Already been hazed by his mentor::: Too late, Mario. Too late.

:::Runs out of tomatos to throw at Zack::: :::Takes drag off of cigarette, looks around bar, takes the stage::: "GOOD MORNING, PHOENIX! FUCKING GREAT TO BE HEEEE-AH!" We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they really care :::Moshpit starts::: I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, babe Let's test your threshold of pain Let's see how long you last That's happened in your rape On bosoms of your past With jaded eyes and features You think they really care Let's go where eagles dare We'll go where eagles dare I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch You better think about it baby, hey :::Jumps off stage into crowd:::

....surely that's not..... SAFE! OHOHO!HOHOHOHHOOOHO!

:::Throws another tomato at Zack:::

:::Throws tomatos at Zack::: :::Steals microphone::: An angel's smile is what you sell You promise me heaven, then put me through hell Chains of love got a hold on me When passion's a prison, you can't break free You're a loaded gun There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done Shot through the heart And you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name You give love a bad name You paint your smile on your lips Blood red nails on your fingertips A school boy's dream, you act so shy Your very first kiss was your first kiss goodbye You're a loaded gun There's nowhere to run No one can save me The damage is done Shot through the heart and you're to blame You give love a bad name I play my part and you play your game You give love a bad name

:::Picks up money, then busts out into... THE SAFETY DANCE!!!

Money talks But it don't sing and dance And it don't walk And long as I can have you here with me I'd much rather be Forever in blue jeans Honey's sweet But it ain't nothin' next to baby's treat And if you pardon me I'd like to say We'll do okay Forever in blue jeans Maybe tonight Maybe tonight, you and I All alone by the fire Nothing around But the sound of my heart And your sighs Money talks But it don't sing and dance And it don't walk And long as I can have you here with me I'd much rather be Forever in blue jeans, babe

I think Mario ruined this thread... :::Continues to do the Carlton, mixes The Robot into it, then breaks out into The Hustle:::

Thanks for the encouragement, coach.

Well, I'm trying to recoup about $3,000, so I'll take whatever I can. :::Does the Carlton:::

Dear Diary, I am having the shittiest of weeks. Thursday, when I walked out to my car to leave for school, I noticed that the driver's side door was barely closed. I opened the door to find my stereo gone, as well as a book of 200 CDs that I forgot to take inside. The punks also took my change tray...not just the change, the whole tray...and my sunglasses. I thought everything would be cool, I got a new stereo and all...but when I got my car back from AudioExpress, my airconditioning didn't work and a vacuum seal was off. Bastards. I fixed the air on my own, but I can't find the stupid seal. Today I walked out to my car to get my cigarettes at work, and I noticed something unusual. I remembered parking beneath a tree, but not this beneath. A fucking tree decided to fall on top of my car. My entire roof, hood, and driver's side are all fucked up and scratched...not just superficial, able-to-be-buffed-out scratches, I'm talking down to the metal, through the paint scratches. I had to get a bunch of people from my office to lift the tree so that I could move my car, then I called the building manager and told him what happened and he was just like, "Oh...get an estimate and we'll see what we can do." I doubt anything is going to happen. :::SIGH::: I was all depressed at school because I got jacked for nearly three grand, so my "friend" Nicole gave me a massage in class. It was nice. I was somewhat turned on, her hands started to wander, then I heard "Let's keep this PG, kids!" from the teacher's desk. It seems like everyone's out to get me. Love, Justsoyouknow P.S. Johnson is gay.

"Good one". Just because a couple people are glad to have you back and are starting to warm up to you doesn't mean that you're welcome here. Just thought you might like to know that.

Get some of those strippers you keep jabbering about to dance for you. I'm not in the mood....I just walked out to the parking lot at work and a fucking tree fell onto my car. Add that with the fact that on Thursday I discovered that my car stereo, as well as $2600 worth of CDs, had been stolen from my car, and I'm pretty pissed. But not to take away from the thread: No, I will not dance. Get WJM to dance for you. She'd do it.

What's wrong with Jane's Addiction?

Oh, cuz I'M your bitch. Get your own damn cookies.

PFFFT. There's a hole in your story, Johnson.... You can't rape the willing.

So you're implying that Linkin Park, Good Charlotte, and Saliva are "good MUSIC"? Yeah, don't ask for any help here, then....

Disagreed. The best release of the year, in my book, is the new Iron Maiden CD, Dance of Death. However, I got a copy of the new Dave Matthews CD, and I was blown away. It was just an all-around perfect CD, and I was listening to it nonstop. Unfortunately, my car was broken into on Thursday and somebody stole my stereo and my book of 200 CDs, plus my sunglasses and my change tray...I mean, take the change, that's fine...but the whole tray? Assholes...Ah, back to the point. The title track off of "Some Devil" is great, as well as "Grave Digger". However, I agree with the warbling, broken-sounding voice. It gets to me after awhile. In summation: buy Iron Maiden: Dance of Death. You'll be glad that you did, especially when you put on "Face in the Sand". Trust me.

Nunzio was, by far, the best in most recent memory. Best troll EVER? Incandenza.