I just got back from Dropkick Murphys and all I got was this splitting fucking headache. What the fuck is the point of playing music if you're playing it so goddamned loud that the only thing distinguishing it from radio static is that it's got a rythym and you can almost hear some of the lyrics? What the muthafuck? Shit, I'm starting a band called White Noise. I'm just going to turn the fucking volume up really high and hold a magnet near the microphone. The punk kids will fucking love it. I'll have some guy read the bible in Japanese really fucking loud, and another guy to beat on a trashcan really fucking loud, and the trashcan guy will be the precussion, and I'll just sit their and run my magnet back and forth near the microphone. It'll be fucking great. Oh yah.
I made Couscous with Tofu, mushrooms, cucumbers, peppers, sunflower nuts, all fried up in butter and a really good tomato sauce. It tastes really good.
I made Couscous with Tofu, mushrooms, cucumbers, peppers, sunflower nuts, all fried up in butter and a really good tomato sauce. It tastes really good.