KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLLLL!!! Kill.
I could survive for 1 minute, 28 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor
I've always wondered how 'raptors are in bed.
My concert-going hiatus begins today after having seen Ratatat. No review necessary, except to say that I hate their fans (in New York, anyway) and I'm probably never going to see them again unless I'm tripping balls. The next tall white guy I see in tight pants with an ironically colored t-shirt on, screaming "SEVENTEEN YEARS" is going to have his heart ripped out and bitten like in Last of the Mohicans. Last of the Douchebag Fucktards. Now there's a massacre I approve of.
Sorry, bad mood this weekend. I've hit my monthly BS-taking quota, so I best keep myself away from people who get on my goddamn nerves and sharp objects.
I've always wondered how 'raptors are in bed.
My concert-going hiatus begins today after having seen Ratatat. No review necessary, except to say that I hate their fans (in New York, anyway) and I'm probably never going to see them again unless I'm tripping balls. The next tall white guy I see in tight pants with an ironically colored t-shirt on, screaming "SEVENTEEN YEARS" is going to have his heart ripped out and bitten like in Last of the Mohicans. Last of the Douchebag Fucktards. Now there's a massacre I approve of.
Sorry, bad mood this weekend. I've hit my monthly BS-taking quota, so I best keep myself away from people who get on my goddamn nerves and sharp objects.