Fuck It All.
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored.
Everyone's doing somethign family-oriented. Rachel is attending some stupid play thing her brother is doing, DJ is at a family reunion in Pennsylvania, Sasha is visiting her grandmother, Ben is helping his brother's band (Fishplank, the greatest non-punk band, ever) do some shit (I am their official PR dude, and they have had an increase in show attendance since I took the job. I kick ass) about some shit. I bet they're all cheating on my, the duplicitous bastards.
Allergies, for I lack Benadryl at dad's house. I also lack funds to get more Benadryl, and lack car to drive to where Benadryl be. Oh glorious Benadryl, wherefore art mine savior?
It's the Racial Slur game! Nigger, spic, kike, whop, dago, wetback, heeb, ruskie, chink, gook, pinko, red sea pedestrian, aussie, brit, frenchie, bean, kraut, fritz, canuck, cracker, bleach, sandrat, sandnigger, duneman, muhammed. Wasn't that fun? I purposefully left out a few so you can add them in! Aren't I nice? Yeah.
My hair spieks now without the aid of gel. It's hard and shit, too. I spill crap in it purposefully to dirty it even further, but now it's saturated. Poured some Sprite on it this mornign and it ran clear off. Must be the water sealer I dumped in it last week.
I've had a boner for like, 20 minutes, with no stimulus whatsoever. It's freaky, it's just...up. For no reason. I'll probably stroke it down as soon as I'm done typing this nonsense.
These are my guess at the lyrics to the Germs - "Forming." Someone check if they're right; been a long time since I guessed at lyrics, might ahve lost the art.
Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Mister Prez in his big white house. "Listen," he says, "we're coming out." Infiltration, we'll numb your minds. Concentration, we've done time. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Over there, the Queen she says "let's stamp them out and dry those tears." Saturation, unwanted taxes. Flatulation, we've got gases. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. In the cold, the Czar is claimed injust protector, and rockets aimed. An alteration, the world was changed. An observation, we want action. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. I, the Emperor, will proclaim us the masters, ruler of them. Inclination, sudden dream. On death probation we are sent. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than.Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Mister Prez in his big white house. "Listen," he says, "we're coming out." Infiltration, we'll numb your minds. Concentration, we've done time. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Over there, the Queen she says "let's stamp them out and dry those tears." Saturation, unwanted taxes. Flatulation, we've got gases. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. In the cold, the Czar is claimed injust protector, and rockets aimed. An alteration, the world was changed. An observation, we want action. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. I, the Emperor, will proclaim us the masters, ruler of them. Inclination, sudden dream. On death probation we are sent. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Anyone, anytime, anyhow. Whoever would buy this shit is a fucking jerk. He's playing it all wrong. The drums are too slow, the bass is too fast. The chords are wrong, I'm making the ending too long. Now I quit.
Yeah. That's the official version, btw, not the live version, which goes "rip them down hold em up tell them that im your gun pull my trigegr i am bigger than sjdhgfisd hrivfvkijseb tvijbibvgifbvg ijdnngiribni rnbitrnibjndrbi dtrnirjnbitrnbitr nibnribndtrbh"
Well, my needless erection calls.
Everyone's doing somethign family-oriented. Rachel is attending some stupid play thing her brother is doing, DJ is at a family reunion in Pennsylvania, Sasha is visiting her grandmother, Ben is helping his brother's band (Fishplank, the greatest non-punk band, ever) do some shit (I am their official PR dude, and they have had an increase in show attendance since I took the job. I kick ass) about some shit. I bet they're all cheating on my, the duplicitous bastards.
Allergies, for I lack Benadryl at dad's house. I also lack funds to get more Benadryl, and lack car to drive to where Benadryl be. Oh glorious Benadryl, wherefore art mine savior?
It's the Racial Slur game! Nigger, spic, kike, whop, dago, wetback, heeb, ruskie, chink, gook, pinko, red sea pedestrian, aussie, brit, frenchie, bean, kraut, fritz, canuck, cracker, bleach, sandrat, sandnigger, duneman, muhammed. Wasn't that fun? I purposefully left out a few so you can add them in! Aren't I nice? Yeah.
My hair spieks now without the aid of gel. It's hard and shit, too. I spill crap in it purposefully to dirty it even further, but now it's saturated. Poured some Sprite on it this mornign and it ran clear off. Must be the water sealer I dumped in it last week.
I've had a boner for like, 20 minutes, with no stimulus whatsoever. It's freaky, it's just...up. For no reason. I'll probably stroke it down as soon as I'm done typing this nonsense.
These are my guess at the lyrics to the Germs - "Forming." Someone check if they're right; been a long time since I guessed at lyrics, might ahve lost the art.
Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Mister Prez in his big white house. "Listen," he says, "we're coming out." Infiltration, we'll numb your minds. Concentration, we've done time. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Over there, the Queen she says "let's stamp them out and dry those tears." Saturation, unwanted taxes. Flatulation, we've got gases. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. In the cold, the Czar is claimed injust protector, and rockets aimed. An alteration, the world was changed. An observation, we want action. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. I, the Emperor, will proclaim us the masters, ruler of them. Inclination, sudden dream. On death probation we are sent. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than.Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Mister Prez in his big white house. "Listen," he says, "we're coming out." Infiltration, we'll numb your minds. Concentration, we've done time. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Over there, the Queen she says "let's stamp them out and dry those tears." Saturation, unwanted taxes. Flatulation, we've got gases. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. In the cold, the Czar is claimed injust protector, and rockets aimed. An alteration, the world was changed. An observation, we want action. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. I, the Emperor, will proclaim us the masters, ruler of them. Inclination, sudden dream. On death probation we are sent. Rip them down, hold me up. Tell them that I'm your gun. Pull my trigger, I am bigger than. Anyone, anytime, anyhow. Whoever would buy this shit is a fucking jerk. He's playing it all wrong. The drums are too slow, the bass is too fast. The chords are wrong, I'm making the ending too long. Now I quit.
Yeah. That's the official version, btw, not the live version, which goes "rip them down hold em up tell them that im your gun pull my trigegr i am bigger than sjdhgfisd hrivfvkijseb tvijbibvgifbvg ijdnngiribni rnbitrnibjndrbi dtrnirjnbitrnbitr nibnribndtrbh"
Well, my needless erection calls.