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Angry Aryans are pretty good. I've got a couple of their tapes, everything else is just on comps.

Just got this. It is banging. I'll bet this will be my favorite hip hop album of the 00s so far after a few more listens. Ripper will be dissapointed to know that that spot is currently held by the Ying Yang Twins Me & My Brother.

Alice In Chains, man? You really do act kind of white sometimes. Speaking of, yeah, I listen to white power punk bands. Music is one thing, everything else is everything else.

You could try drinking, unless you're a mad drunk. Or smoking reefer.

It's called HAHN!!!!!

Fuck that, and fuck you. Beast: Warez: Beast: Warez: (Best cover, on the other hand)

Prince Markie Dee is producing R & B now. The other dude is dead.

The initials in my name stand for Motherfuckin' Ill Lock-Down Killa Yo.

Tales From the Crypt theme, for everything. Personalized ring tones for one number are gay.

I initially read this thread title as "Drunk Bob Barron". That might have lead to some amusing revelations.

Eh, rot in hell.

Bob Z'Dar bummed a cigarette off me once, and proceeded to tell me how when he was a cop, he and his buddies used to just take all the drugs they seized. Dude is awesome.

No! I hate Ed so much now. Mine was true, though.

I had some pale green pants once that kicked my ass when there was nobody inside them!

If you wore the jeans you were going to return when you went to the store... What would you wear when you left the store? <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Well, this is a Seinfeld reference, you see. And that was the gag on the show. Kramer gets asked the same thing, and he says: "Elaine, are you listening? I didn't even get to the store!"

My pants ruin story: I was in the lunchroom in 9th grade, and I was going through an 80s phase, so I was wearing white jeans. They bet me I couldn't do 100 sit ups, so I said "Right now, bitch!" and I got down and had somebody hold my feet. I had just eaten so on every sit up I farted right in the guy's face who was holding my feet. Everbody was laughing, but he kept holding them and I just kept going. 100! I won, but apparent;y I had also been shitting in my pants. This was why the guy didn't move when I was farting on him, he wanted me to humiliate myself. Big shit stain in my white jeans. Hundreds of people around. I took my shirt off and wrapped it around my waist. Like I said, I was in an 80s phase, so that worked. I walked out and went the fuck home. Got detention for skipping class, but was it worth it? Hell yeah.

But if you buy them and they turn out to be wrong, don't wear them when you go back to return them. You'll slip and fall in mud, thus ruining the very pants you were going to return.

I used to hang out at Berkeley when I lived in the area. Nobody is the world is easier to fuck with than a Berkeley student.

"What's My Name?"

I cum blood.

Nigga, yes! Do it like Kid Rock. It's Louisiana, not Texas, though.

I feel you, except I'm too tired to fuck. My senseless post up there was honestly as much sleep deprivation as alcohol.

I still can't get over this Prince thing. Have you heard the songs Ed mentioned (which are far from the only examples)? Not only can he sing, he can sing well. The range on the dude is outta sight. I know what you're refering to with the talking comment, he does do that sometimes.

You should try listening to failed pop acts from like 40 years ago. Which is difficult, cause they aren't going to be reissued. Generally just find one record store that carries that stuff, and buy it there. It's wild. Like all the fake Beatles, girls that sing about deserving to be hit, and this chap: Screaming Lord Sutch. He claims to have started the long hair thing.

Unbelievable.