Slayer

*gets stuck in an infinite loop*

The shadows are all wrong!

Today on my way home from the Holidays I stopped by Graceland. On the sidewalk in front people can write graffiti, and someone wrote "Elvis, your still the greatest" I couldn't help but think of Hoffman...

Two lols? You flatter me, good sir

Hello, it's me I've thought about us for a long, long time Maybe I think too much but something's wrong There's something here that doesn't last too long Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you And this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do

Ohhh SHIT son OU looks to go up by 16 and coughs up the ball on the 1. How about that

More like idiotsavantMoment

Third time's the charm

Corey, have you checked out the re-produced (better) version of Enemies of Reality?

This forum requested, nay, demanded another AD thread!

STATELY, PLUMP BUCK MULLIGAN CAME FROM THE STAIRHEAD, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressing gown, ungirdled, was sustained gently-behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned: -- Introibo ad altare Dei. Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called up coarsely: -- Come up, Kinch. Come up, you fearful jesuit. Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding country and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak. Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly. -- Back to barracks, he said sternly. He added in a preacher's tone: -- For this, O dearly beloved, is the genuine Christine: body and soul and blood and ouns. Slow music, please. Shut your eyes, gents. One moment. A little trouble about those white corpuscles. Silence, all.

Silly. Minorities can't be racist

For a second I was worried wildpegasus has his own board

Just like suicide ....right?

SNF crew, by far. Joe Buck had always been average to me, but after his whole overreaction to the Randy Moss faux-mooning incident last year, I can't stand the guy

I almost always put my punctuation on the outside of quote marks, you English Nazis You know, James Joyce defied numerous literary conventions, and he's considered one of the greatest writers ever... so there

You act like there hasn't been quality metal released at all this decade... fuck that From the "best albums of 2005" thread, here were my favorite metal releases from last year Russell Allen and Jorn Lande - The Battle SYL - Alien Nocturnal Rites - Grand Illusion Nevermore - This Godless Endeavor Bruce Dickinson - Tyranny of Souls Candlemass - Candlemass Paradise Lost - Paradise Lost Kreator - Enemy of God Sure, nothing "groundbreaking" (last example I can think of would be Hammerfall reviving power metal with Glory to the Brave), but all quality metal releases.

Fucking awful. Absolutely fucking awful

"Sidewalk slam."

Fruitbooty!

Hoff is a very cromulent poster

I have to agree with Agent's remark about this extreme quantification of metal Now you're just trying to take all the fun out of it

Frigid and I do just fine

I managed to stay loyal to WCW in 2000... fuck, I was loyal to its dying day WWE 2005 killed what waning interest I had in that promotion.