Billy Squire — Lonely is the Night (MTV/2 Live 1982) [still have, still love this album; still play the vinyl I bought in 1982)
I think davidkendall is a vampire.
davidkendall: bowlingalleylawyer: all signs point to this… ;) Vhat makes you say that? DavidKendall is a Lost Boy? “…that’s the trouble with Tumblr: too many damn vampires.” YEAH GONNA HAVE A GOOD TIME TONIGHT…etc.etc.etc.
I've been meaning to ask this, but did we ever...
"it puts the lotion in the basket, or it gets the...
I said this to a coworker yesterday (Loan-MH), and she had No Idea what I was talking about, never heard about this line or Buffalo Bob (Bill?) or the tucked-it-in crazy dance! Do you realize how strange, creep, and odd one probably looks while attempting to explain/describe the above line and the dancing and the basket with the lotion…while giggling?
I'm not crying, there's friggin' dust in my... →
Hitler and Stalin
What a couple of dicks!
bowlingalleylawyer: lickystickypickyme: Elvis...
Okay so I wasn't going to post about this..but why...
ladyvee: My family back home is driving me nutty, and with everthing going on between my Mom and step Dad, I can barely talk to anyone without getting pissed off or crying over something that I will never be able to change. My fiance’s family is not much better (well a little). ANYWAY, we were both talking this past weekend about just going to get married..lets just do it..he said..I am not the...
carlovely: tegan and sara- nineteen Yep, that...
I think you should thank the troops this year by...
bowlingalleylawyer: gunstreetgirl: ...
I drink to drown my sorrows, but the damn things learned how to swim.– Frida Kahlo (via strangefruit) (via alexrambles) (via askvero)
bowlingalleylawyer: newwavetimewarp: The Cure session broadcast on John Peel’s program on May 16, 1979, featured a very different version of “Grinding Halt” called “Desperate Journalist in Ongoing Meaningful Review Situation.” this is so interesting because while you can not mistake the fact that this is The Cure, it still sounds more 70’s than 80’s. There is something very manic about it and...
We have become a Nazi monster in the eyes of the whole world-a nation of bullies...– Hunter S. Thompson | Kingdom Of Fear | 2003 (via retropolitics) (via psychonauts) …….and the world will know us by the trail of the dead.
I find myself...
ladyvee: pulling my pants closer and closer to my belly button when I sit down. My little dunlap bears itself when I take a seat, and my only defense is to pull my pants up and over… Dunlap? Is that, like, Southern for preggers?
youngmanhattanite: Christ. I was recently forced to pull something from the YM achieves up for somebody I know who lives in Chicago, and spent the next twenty minutes laughing, loudly. This is one of the funniest things I’ve ever read in my life. Any fellow Chicagoians care to join in on the 21 comments?
Just got back from picking up Mike from O'hare... →
May I have your attention, everyone? Please? Thank you. Okay, I’m guessing that I have approximately 969 pages to catch up on now that I’m back home; therefore, if all you interesting people who I am following could ease up on their posting for like 3 days, it would be ever so greatly appreciated. Thank you. All right! Which one of you just shouted, “STFU!”?
Okay listen to this.....
ladyvee: our security guard was outside in our parking lot on break. There was a glass bottle in the lot and he gently kicked it over to the side and the damn thing blew up in his face. He had glass and blood all over his face. All of CPD and the Hazardouos people were out at my job today. They took the bottle out for testing. I will find out more tomorrow. This sh** is scary. WTF?!? I leave the...
See, so many of you read this and go all, "eewwww,... →
(on a side note, semi-related, I am so hungry I’d eat Haggis off a homeless, heroin- junkie’s right crusty elbow right now)
My drug dealer, burner cell phone does not work...
Taking a break and resting my sore, throbbing legs...
I walked the Hell out of Old Town today. From the end of Prince Street (past The Royal British Hotel), across the North Bridge, up the Royal Mile, cut south at the Castle, looped around some such street and got turned around and stumbled upon the The Sex Shop, the Western Strip Club and the famous Burke and Hare! Plans for to-night, baby! (whenever I get lost in a stange city I always stumble...
About that earlier "football" post,
I was completely wrong. West “Swine Flu” Ham will not be playing at all; instead, the actual teams involved in our Cask & Barrel drinking/soccer event tonight are Hibs vs. Hearts. (Hibernian vs. Heart of Midlothian: sounds like a Tolkien sequal, no?). Carry on.
a few more requirements for my next significant...
redorangeorangeonred: be from the south know how to make sweet tea (and not in a “woman- go to kitchen” kind of way . ive tried to make it and it just doesnt taste right) call me sweetie all the time in her southern accent (seriously i cant get enough of it) Ladyvee, looks like you could have yourself a backup-man LOL
An alcoholic is anyone you don’t like who drinks more than you do.– Dylan Thomas (via simko) (via motionsensorsoundtrack) (via molls) Booyah! *Hic*
Quick NotesfromUndervault (U.K. edition)
previously mentioned airport toilet experience. man next to me in gate k16 lounge listened to Dokken REALLY loud on headphones. watched two of the cutest kids playing “cards” on the floor. airplane food, not really too bad. (AA). not so much sleep on plane as possibley hallucinating about sleeping on plane. Heathrow Airport should be renamed Heathen Row Airport; their connecting...
After one no-show cab, one death-ride cab, & waiting on 4 trains (die Metra die!) I am at ORD
Today's work productivity:
Vietnam Song -- Country Joe and The Fish --...
Well, come on all of you, big strong men, Uncle Sam needs your help again. He’s got himself in a terrible jam Way down yonder in Vietnam So put down your books and pick up a gun, We’re gonna have a whole lotta fun. And it’s one, two, three, What are we fighting for ? Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn, Next stop is Vietnam; And it’s five, six, seven, Open...
I need a Clonazepam
and relaxing posh wank.
Sonuvabitch! I keep getting an Error Message when attempting to log in at The Awl.