Thursday, November 3, 2011
I'm too ugly for this shot. That's why you don't see my feet.
Clevelandia rocks. Sort of. Maybe. Not really.
Guess the target demographic.
Dear Downtown Cleveland Alliance, where are all the twentysomething cracker professionals we see in your videos? Curious, the Peonage.
Plugged in. Take that, fucking drum circle hippies.
Gotta learn what to do with pools of vomit sometime.
Sure, you're in the strip joint to save their souls, sure.
Lo, & beholdeth, what, er, lay yon next to naked ladies?
Getting ready to poll the electorate next door.
No, the other next door.
Verily, I do fear the theft of my monocle whilst I sleep.
This might have been interesting if we weren't strolling through one of the least interesting parts of Clevelandia & keep your tired smarmy to yourself --
-- we know we're a broken burg. We know.
Rock Against Fun.
Lemmy's Clevelandia hideout. Don't believe me?
Indeed it does, Mr. Kilmister, indeed it does.
Stairway to hell.
You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Their chilling & thrilling is not my chilling & thrilling.