Tool rock
needed to post something a little cheery!
so this is tools latest update...
(excerpt taken from www.toolband.com)
24 July, 2006 (03:59pm)
NO WUCKING FURRIES, MATE
This is for all our friends in Australia who have been sending emails (that's right, computers down under!) asking whether or not the blokes in Tool will soon be paying them a visit. Although we appreciate your enthusiasm, I'm sorry to say that at this point in time there are no confirmed dates. That said, unofficially speaking, if I were you, I wouldn't worry too much about Tool performing in one of their favorite places on the earth (even if you're past the black stump). So, how do I get my point across to you guys with the kookas on your socks? Okay, let's put it this way: Be more concerned about venomous creatures such as Sea-Wasps and Blue-Bottles, Blue-Ringed octopi, toxic snakes, Red Backs, male Tree-Dwelling Funnel-Web spiders, paralytic ticks, cone snails, and those as-of-yet undiscovered prehistoric hummingbirds that can kill a grown man (even if he's wearing an akubra) in three seconds by just looking at him with their beady black eyes. Be more concerned about that Huntsman in the family portrait hanging asymmetrically on your wall. Worry more about there being no more tinnies of lager in the esky, or someone squeezing ketchup on your Ponsonby meat-pie (or even worse, a life-threatening razor crust wound from your Mrs. Mac.) Worry about a saltie biting Kylie in that sweet ass of hers, or the bloke with all the gristle in his third pie floater shooting a fairy while you're trying to have a relaxing pub lunch (knocking the Huntsmen off the wall and into your Victoria Bitters... crikey!). Worry about a kanga darting in front of the ambo, about "Men at Work" reforming, about the price of designer akubras, about chunder on your bathers, about blowies on the vegemite, about your frigid digit while around the jillaroos, about running out of dunny paper, about a canary Holden, about the bunyip from the billabong, about the thingummy-bob you need to buy, BUT don't worry too much about Tool paying a visit down under. Yes, worry about kookaburras on your carpet grubs, or, hell, even about a dingo eating your baby... but don't worry about Tool while you're trying to push up zeds. Furphy?.. I think not... like a pimple on a pumpkin. So, hang on a tick. G'day!
well im off to go find cheery stuffs!
so this is tools latest update...
(excerpt taken from www.toolband.com)
24 July, 2006 (03:59pm)
NO WUCKING FURRIES, MATE
This is for all our friends in Australia who have been sending emails (that's right, computers down under!) asking whether or not the blokes in Tool will soon be paying them a visit. Although we appreciate your enthusiasm, I'm sorry to say that at this point in time there are no confirmed dates. That said, unofficially speaking, if I were you, I wouldn't worry too much about Tool performing in one of their favorite places on the earth (even if you're past the black stump). So, how do I get my point across to you guys with the kookas on your socks? Okay, let's put it this way: Be more concerned about venomous creatures such as Sea-Wasps and Blue-Bottles, Blue-Ringed octopi, toxic snakes, Red Backs, male Tree-Dwelling Funnel-Web spiders, paralytic ticks, cone snails, and those as-of-yet undiscovered prehistoric hummingbirds that can kill a grown man (even if he's wearing an akubra) in three seconds by just looking at him with their beady black eyes. Be more concerned about that Huntsman in the family portrait hanging asymmetrically on your wall. Worry more about there being no more tinnies of lager in the esky, or someone squeezing ketchup on your Ponsonby meat-pie (or even worse, a life-threatening razor crust wound from your Mrs. Mac.) Worry about a saltie biting Kylie in that sweet ass of hers, or the bloke with all the gristle in his third pie floater shooting a fairy while you're trying to have a relaxing pub lunch (knocking the Huntsmen off the wall and into your Victoria Bitters... crikey!). Worry about a kanga darting in front of the ambo, about "Men at Work" reforming, about the price of designer akubras, about chunder on your bathers, about blowies on the vegemite, about your frigid digit while around the jillaroos, about running out of dunny paper, about a canary Holden, about the bunyip from the billabong, about the thingummy-bob you need to buy, BUT don't worry too much about Tool paying a visit down under. Yes, worry about kookaburras on your carpet grubs, or, hell, even about a dingo eating your baby... but don't worry about Tool while you're trying to push up zeds. Furphy?.. I think not... like a pimple on a pumpkin. So, hang on a tick. G'day!
well im off to go find cheery stuffs!