Kinetic

What are you trying to prove, Coat? I mean, fuck. You're already so fucking cool that I can't even stand it. How much cooler can you be?

I've always done it in my sleep, but its only recently become a nervous habit of mine in my waking hours. In the past, I tossed pens and pencils. Now I destroy my teeth.

I dedicate that to Ginger Snaps.

The sheer force of Van Halen's cover of "You Really Got Me" makes me wonder about my direction in life before today. What did I think I was doing?

I've recently taken to gritting my teeth incessantly. My mouth is a house of horrors.

I *think* that's We Kill Everything, which was released after my conversion to fag rock and thus never listened to by me. Too busy cranking my yank to OK Computer back in '98.

I'm listening to Jailbreak right now. Better than I initially judged it to be. That Stephen Thomas Erlewine was right.

COME ON COME ON COME ON COME ON NOW TOUCH ME BABE! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I AM NOT AFRAID! WHAT WAS THAT PROMISE THAT YOU MADE! The fuck is this doing on my computer?

It occurs to me now that the harm your username has done to my subconscious may well be permanent. As British pop star Morrissey might have said "This username has opened my eyes, and I will never sleep again."

I d/led the Thin Lizzy album Jailbreak a few weeks ago. It was disappointingly short on brain-rattling rock shit. It doesn't even have the most rocking song about a jailbreak: 10cc claims that with the highly-recommended "Rubber Bullets." The title track is a fine tune, though, and "The Boys are Back in Town" is a quality song, despite being played the fuck out on classic rock and oldies radio.

Nothing beats your current username for ability to disturb my sleep. Is it the skull? The dug? The penis? I don't know. But until you both change and commemorate it, I cannot rest.

That picture in your avatar looks an awful lot like Irish "American Idol" contestant Carly Smithson. See:

I find the username Penis Skullduggery to be irresistible, impossible to forget. But it haunts me at night. I demand that you both change it and somehow commemorate it, Cyber Mark Madden.

I'm often overwhelmed by the urge to type out the lyrics of whatever I'm listening to at the time. Typically in all caps. Is this a threadworthy idea or a comment that doesn't warrant a thread? Only time will tell. In the meantime... I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LOVE TONIGHT! (I can't wait...to feel your loving tonight) I CAN'T WAIT TO FEEL YOUR LOVE TONIGHT!

Memoirs of an Invisible Chevy.

After making this thread, I decided to d/l Scumdogs of the Universe. It's not as good as it was when I was 14. I lost interest quickly. In a mood to rock, I d/led the first Van Halen album. Much better. I'm talking to myself. The OaO Gwar Thread is to become my blog. Consider this my swibitie.

Also, Slymenstra Hymen. Rock's greatest stage name.

I remember that I also purchased an X-Cops album (pretty lame save for the "Highway Star" cover) and an album by the original Beefcake the Mighty's band Kepone (surprisingly good).

w/r/t that fireworks thing: I repeatedly saw that story on Headline News yesterday, and the footage of some fucked-up looking redneck in a John Cena t-shirt being carted off in an ambulance made me laugh every time.

This conversation would seem tailor-made for The Pit's "15 Do's and Don'ts of Sex With Your Pet" thread. Let's resume it there.

The thing that was interesting about it (for me, at least) was that, although Flair has been part of WWE for a few years now, the vast majority of his career was spent elsewhere, and virtually all of his career highlights happened outside of this promotion. So it was neat to see a tribute that encompassed his contributions to wrestling in general, rather than just his relatively meager contributions to WWE.

IF YOU CAN FEEL ME PUT YOUR HANDS UP! (Hood) I'M SO HOOD!

Hands off my warnings, you Washington fat cats! I rely on them to tell me when stuff's about to happen.

Do you know what's been floating around my brain for the last few days? I'M SO HOOD!

Milky says a lot of things. The important thing is that my seed ends up impregnating Ginger Snaps. It's the hypothecial that ends up making the both of us happy.