Geno,
You have the power. Not to bring one artist back to life, but to keep one deceased musician from ever dying. Who would it be? Assuming they continued making music, do you think they would have any effect on the history of music? Would they still be making relevant tunes?
Hey. That's a stupid question. Stop that.
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Geno, who would you like to be the next person in the hot seat?
I'll stop when it's your week.
It'll never be my week and you know that. Bastard. (Or bastardette)
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Hello, to all! ...been coming to the site since it first launched n now i finally signed up? Generally, came for check ups on line-ups n so forth. Glad to finally have signed up lol, it's taken me yrs?
Chow, Hookers' ;-D
Very similar to one of my first posts. Great job!
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http://www.musecube.com/carmaslim/
-chow.
Ohhhhhh, you're one of those.... Great Job!
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Unfortunately, this thread is not about you or I, and we are just going to piss people off. We must find a new thread. HMMMM... The Default Thread! No one will notice!
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soul discharge is it
Soul Discharge
Choose one
-Your weirdest car story is?
-How many CDs do you own (and in what order are they in)?
-Favorite condiment?
-Favorite number(s) and why?
Whiskey Sour
2 oz blended whiskey
Juice of 1/2 lemon
1/2 tsp powdered sugar
1 cherry
1/2 slice lemon
Shake blended whiskey, juice of lemon, and powdered sugar with ice and strain into a whiskey sour glass. Decorate with the half-slice of lemon, top with the cherry, and serve.
Alright kids. So I usually work 10 hours a day and it's the holiday season and so on and so forth, so don't expect any immediacy in my answers. Also don't expect too much pleasantness either, because after talking to cunty 80 year old women who don't know their mouse from their dried up ovaries and people who only have a very distant, tangential relationship to the English language all day, I start to wish that the majority of the human race was born with a tube connected from their anus to their mouth. Minding that, I greet your inquires with open heart and open mind.
I couldn't really describe my perfect day because a perfect day would be one full of unexpected (but pleasant) surprises. Ideally though, it would include live music, drugs, sex, good friends, good eats, a pool party, and a whole lot of shame.
So perfect it would be literally impossible to be hyperbolic in describing it. As we said in the campgrounds, there is no point in describing it because no matter what you say, anyone who wasn't there wouldn't ever understand. This actually was a perfect day for me.
1. I'm not sure about weirdest, but one of the most memorable car stories was when I was helping my friend move her bed across town. We strapped the mattresses to the top of my car with little more than bungee cords and took off on the highway. About half way through, one of the bungee cords snapped off, flung around and completely smashed one of my back windows, and the mattresses flew off onto the middle of the highway. My friend was running in between traffic in high heels, dragged the mattresses to the shoulder. She actually salvaged one of the mattresses, but the box spring got demolished pretty much instantaneously. A cop pulled up behind us too and got my information in case anyone called in complaining about their car getting fucked up. Never heard anything about it though.
2. I don't really have many CDs any more. I store all my music on my external hard drive and currently have 544 GB of it.
3. I hate pretty much all condiments and know for a fact that mayonnaise is made out of 100% pure hate.
4. Who the fuck has a favorite number?
My film would be called "Ally's Joy," it would star VH1's New York and would be about an undercover mission to explore a very dangerous black hole.
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Tech support call center for Cox High Speed Internet, mostly in Orange County, San Diego, and Santa Barbara.
I might be calling you soon.
But when I hear tech support I think of Vanilla Sky. Not that, IMO, that's a bad idea.
I have a two-part question. First, what is your fondest memory of partying on a certain Chicago rooftop, and second, what was your favorite Radiohead song from the live show you got a couple days later?
Patrick, have you ever seen someone die? If so, what happened and how did it make you feel?
And i'd like to ask the standard question: What was the worst physical pain you have experienced? Please tell the story.
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Getting busted the police and them not really caring.
I wasn't expecting 'Street Spirit,' 'Climbing Up The Walls,' or 'End Music (For A Film),' but I got them. But I was so excited when they ended with 'Everything In Its Right Place' that I threw my fists up in the air involuntarily when the opening notes played, mostly because at that point I had given up on them playing it.
I don't believe I've ever seen anyone die in front of my eyes. If I have, it obviously hasn't left enough of an effect for me to even remember it. I've had one close friend, a couple of not-quite-so-close friends, and all my grandparents die. My close friend died mysteriously in her sleep after months of heavy drug use. It was an aneurysm that started as a blood clot in her lungs, but they weren't sure what caused it. It was pretty disorientating when I found out she had died, but I never really broke down or anything. I just kind of spent a quiet week holed up in my room. I haven't been totally devastated by anyone's death yet. Usually I'm just kind of surprised and then it sinks in slowly over time.