The mighty Bop
Two beers in two weeks.
This is also from a man who just came back from the south. Virgina to be exact, following the Two Man advantage on the TAP tour 04 (TAP = Toms a pussy. For not wanting to go.) Two man advantage is a punk band who sings about hockey,hockey fights, and beer, its a beatifull thing. Now throw in The south, Joey Stretch nuts, and the Belleville bop and you got a diabolical recipe.
The south is a great place even there "punk scene" is cooler then here.
You see punk is souposed to be tough but you can see the differences in the "scenes" from the pits.
VA: The pits are filled with good Ole boys who are three times your size and concider "dancing" a cross between a shove match and a football game.
Up here: Here when the mosh pits "go out of control" the pits are filled with these skinney do0ds with scruffy curly hair. Picture selleck and clone him into 50 and you got a pit. These fucking type of kids come out of a box around here.
This what occurs in mosh pits up here:
Scrawny scene kid: (push,push,push)....im an artist.
or
Scrawny kid: Up the SXE(push) POSI LIFE!!!(push)Vegan Mafia! (pretends to drink a beer)
Brett: AHHHH hide and go fuckyourself!
Man when I went to the show all these Johney rebs had there shirts off it was like a fucking episode of cops. Dont even get me started on the girls down there. Holy shit DAISEY DUKE I LOVE YOU OHHHHHHHHHHHHHWEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH. Fucking the country side is massive and just staggering. I want to move down there do0ds! But alas Im back in Belleville where my beatifull country side is the barbed wire fence across the street baracading a massive adbandoned mental hospital. Shit I could allways drink whiskey and pretend....
take me home!
Anyway Im back "home" and working. I work with this new do0d named Paul who looks and talks like Bruce Willis's character John mclaine in die hard. Im digging it.
Brett: Hey yo do0d we got to hang this sheet rock up.
Paul: YIPPPIE KI YAY MOTHER FUCKER!
Yeah so thats been working out great. Joes Dad brought me a cell phone and said he will pay for everything except if I go over on my mins. SO I been playing with this thing 24/7. Got bored of it and took a nap. I get a call from my coworker Robbie and he just starts talking to me. I dont know what the deal is. We say about 1 word to each other during the work day and now he called me twice trying to start these huge converstations with me. I dunno maybe he wants to be my friend? If thats the case well, then Im gonna have to break it to him I dont have any friends.
Friends only lead to interventions, and interventions lead to soberity.
two fucking beers you believe that shit?
Oh well.
-Bop
This is also from a man who just came back from the south. Virgina to be exact, following the Two Man advantage on the TAP tour 04 (TAP = Toms a pussy. For not wanting to go.) Two man advantage is a punk band who sings about hockey,hockey fights, and beer, its a beatifull thing. Now throw in The south, Joey Stretch nuts, and the Belleville bop and you got a diabolical recipe.
The south is a great place even there "punk scene" is cooler then here.
You see punk is souposed to be tough but you can see the differences in the "scenes" from the pits.
VA: The pits are filled with good Ole boys who are three times your size and concider "dancing" a cross between a shove match and a football game.
Up here: Here when the mosh pits "go out of control" the pits are filled with these skinney do0ds with scruffy curly hair. Picture selleck and clone him into 50 and you got a pit. These fucking type of kids come out of a box around here.
This what occurs in mosh pits up here:
Scrawny scene kid: (push,push,push)....im an artist.
or
Scrawny kid: Up the SXE(push) POSI LIFE!!!(push)Vegan Mafia! (pretends to drink a beer)
Brett: AHHHH hide and go fuckyourself!
Man when I went to the show all these Johney rebs had there shirts off it was like a fucking episode of cops. Dont even get me started on the girls down there. Holy shit DAISEY DUKE I LOVE YOU OHHHHHHHHHHHHHWEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH. Fucking the country side is massive and just staggering. I want to move down there do0ds! But alas Im back in Belleville where my beatifull country side is the barbed wire fence across the street baracading a massive adbandoned mental hospital. Shit I could allways drink whiskey and pretend....
take me home!
Anyway Im back "home" and working. I work with this new do0d named Paul who looks and talks like Bruce Willis's character John mclaine in die hard. Im digging it.
Brett: Hey yo do0d we got to hang this sheet rock up.
Paul: YIPPPIE KI YAY MOTHER FUCKER!
Yeah so thats been working out great. Joes Dad brought me a cell phone and said he will pay for everything except if I go over on my mins. SO I been playing with this thing 24/7. Got bored of it and took a nap. I get a call from my coworker Robbie and he just starts talking to me. I dont know what the deal is. We say about 1 word to each other during the work day and now he called me twice trying to start these huge converstations with me. I dunno maybe he wants to be my friend? If thats the case well, then Im gonna have to break it to him I dont have any friends.
Friends only lead to interventions, and interventions lead to soberity.
two fucking beers you believe that shit?
Oh well.
-Bop