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The last thing I do before I go to bed is look in the bedroom where my 3 kids sleep. That right there puts a smile on my face. :)

I think I got a fucking cavity from this post

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I really love it when my dad sends me emails and text messages. He has such a funny way of looking at life.

 

 

Also son, you need to take control over your bike and let it know who is the Boss. Get back out and ride it a bit. Try and figure out what happened.

 

He's a funny guy. He's also going to appear in Vanity Fair for being a Bill Clinton look-a-like.

 

My dad's a pretty dope guy.

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My dad is god damn fucking insane, but I'm glad he's there too...

 

He teaches me tolerance, because my dad basically believes every single thing that I hate. When I was a kid, reading a book about prehistoric dinosaurs, he told me "That book is a sin, because there is no "pre" history. Look at Genesis 1:1... God created the Heavens and the Earth. Nothing before that. There's no "pre" history."

 

And I don't hate the man, but he is he is literally fucking insane. No, I'm not even slightly joking.

 

I drop-kicked my dad in the chin on Independence Day's opening night on Hollywood Blvd... that is a true story. God, what a maniac... but like I'm not a maniac? Eh... whatever.

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I find common ground with Milky on the strangest damn things. My dad was kinda like that. Real hardcore conservative, fundamentalist, etcetera. Though not quite so extreme as the example provided here, no dropkicking involved. The worst thing I can think of was during my brother's Eagle Scout confirmation ceremony; while my dad was giving a speech, in the middle of it he suddenly started rambling about the government forcing the Boy Scouts to accept homosexuals, and me and my brother shot each other the "oh, shit" look, but thankfully father moved on to other subjects. But it was weird enough that I still remember it. I think I might have the Hi8 videotape of it right here in my room, come to think of it.

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My dad was a hippie known as "Bud" that lived in the bay area for about a decade. He lived down the street from the Grateful Dead. He spends most of his free time playing computer card games and bitching about every form of political extremism. Tells horrible jokes and hilarious hippy stories, from back when weed was grass and gays were queers.

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My dad started a quarterback (and sometimes DB) in highschool, and also in right field on the baseball diamond, and was a backup guard in basketball. This is the basis for my theory that I was adopted.

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Samba Classic.

 

I think this may have overtaken classic Chuck Taylors as my favorite shoe.

 

I mean, this one didn't have disgusting product placement in a Will Smith movie.

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A TV show streaming site I go to has a little local news ad which has pop up ads within the news report thing that runs when you click on the page from different parts of the country at random. The Caylee Anderson story was running and a little in screen ad for porn popped up when they showed the picture of the little girl.

 

I nearly spit soda at the horrible timing of it all.

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The last thing I do before I go to bed is look in the bedroom where my 3 kids sleep. That right there puts a smile on my face. :)

I think I got a fucking cavity from this post

 

I can't stop laughing at this.

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The use of the Home Improvement theme song in the big election thread had me giggling all night.

The fact that I couldn't think of that song, but instantly started humming the old "Weinerville" one (mid-90's Nickelodeon uber alles), amused me.

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Work's great. That's when my day really begins. I almost live there. Put in between 70-80 hours per week.

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What the fuck? Where do you work, man? Jesus.

 

I applied for a cafe, trader joes, and a bike shop today.

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Been in the same warehouse for almost six years now. I can basically come and go as I please.

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I was hanging out in the Air America live chat room today, and my screen name was mentioned on-air during The Lionel Show. That made me feel pretty smug.

 

I met the governor of New Hampshire, John Lynch, the other day when he was hanging out at the polls at the school I work at. Hell of a nice guy.

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This adorable short metal chick with just the right amount of curves that knows my band's singer. She was wearing self-made booty shorts and a Misfits half-shirt...I think I nutted myself.

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Vodka-Cran? I've never heard it referred to as anything other than that.

 

But tonight I discovered my favorite alcoholic drink of all time: Caipirinha. It's the national drink of Brazil!

 

It's made with cachaca, which is sort of like rum, but made from sugarcane and not aged. You take a couple lime wedges, pour some sugar in there, and muddle it up all nice and good. Then you pour like two shots or whatever you can handle in the glass, and then pour in some ice and shake it up, serve it on the rocks. Holy shit. This like a Mojito for a real man. My standard bar drinks usually are a rum and coke, or a Manhattan, and a Tom Collins for the "good night I'm leaving!" drink. But this, by far, takes the drink. It takes every little element of all those drinks- the strength of the Manhattan, the sweetness of the rum and coke, the kick and smoothness of the Tom Collins, and combines them into one fucking spectacular drink.

 

I'm going to buy some cachaca for the very purpose of having it at home to make this drink. Holy fuck. So good.

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That actually sounds pretty amazing, but I wouldn't know where the heck to look for cachaca round these parts. I doubt there is a place in Southern Illinois that carries that stuff.

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Samba Classic.

 

I think this may have overtaken classic Chuck Taylors as my favorite shoe.

 

I mean, this one didn't have disgusting product placement in a Will Smith movie.

 

i'm on my second or third pair of these. been wearing them since early 2005. the ones i have just have a slightly different tongue:

 

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Cats. All kinds. I think I said this before, but it needs to be reiterated: cats fucking rules. Little bastards and bitches, the lot of them, but if you can't just smile when you see them and they rub against your leg then you have no fucking heart.

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Samba Classic.

 

I think this may have overtaken classic Chuck Taylors as my favorite shoe.

 

I mean, this one didn't have disgusting product placement in a Will Smith movie.

 

i'm on my second or third pair of these. been wearing them since early 2005. the ones i have just have a slightly different tongue:

 

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I get Adidas for free. My best friend rides for their skate team so all I gotta do is find the pair I want and bang. Allllll mine.

 

That makes me happy.

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That is a pretty sweet deal. My shoe addiction has been mentioned here before, but I was just thinking I should get all Samba's and Chuck Taylors (I have five pairs of those already). I won't, but it would theoretically be a good idea.

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