Yesterday, both Roboma & Obomney soiled our already not-that-fair center of this island universe. Today, Cliff Burton became a casualty of the Bus People, twenty-six years in the past. Coincidental time paradox? Methinks not.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Last rites, or, metal up their ass
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:20 AM
Labels: cleveland, music, that's his fucking metal face, theatre of the absurd
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if it makes you feel uh, better, i just resisted the urge to post skinny puppy last rights backing videos to your otherwise metallic post.
:)
oops wrong face.
Better than an alcohol enema I guess.
Sir! Your attempt at blinding me with schizophrenia failed, for toss whatever ye wish into the comments, this ain't congress, thank Cthulhu.
demeur, I prefer my fermented liquids in a glass.
shiiiiit. if this were congress, you'd nary see a comment ever again. nothin doin!
there are a few songs i get insanely excited over when i hear them played on the radio: for whom the bell tolls/one(guaranteed plays on military related holidays), don't close your eyes (kix is yocal), and reign in blood (now that's a rare play but i want to use the oxford comma).
What, there's an electrical campaign going on?
So that's why people are leaving messages on my phone machine, axing for money.
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BUS PEOPLE RUIN EVERYTHING.
i don't know about ohio, but here in ol' virginie most all the vocational schools left long ago - were replaced by 'alternative schools' otherwise known as 'juvy'
Wow! Cool! Who needs Metallica when you could hear a live performance by Robama and Obomney?
Neither Mittens nor Obama come down here to South Carolina. We're just a bunch of white trash freeloaders down here.
We had what's left of Metallica here last year so now I'm waiting for Robama and Obomney to make their Halifax appearance.
game, of things I love much, one finds metal, onion rings, and the oxford comma.
Man, I remember a dude back in high school, late 80s, early 90s, who tried over and over to get me to listen to Kix; "forget the ballad, man, they're like AC/DC, man." Though now I've got that riff in my skull.
if, lemme ax you something, if you ax those axing, does that make thee Lizzie Borden?
duchess, METAL KILLS.
the other game, or, now I'm confused, given the abundance of Docs, I'm sure that's an appropriate label for such a cavalcade of delinquency! Alack, order, alack.
tom, BROWN ACID KILLS.
BB, so are we, mostly, though there are pockets of non-cracker trash freeloaders.
susan, after hearing snippets of both speak, enter sandmen.
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