Medium Psychic Christian Ninja

So the concert was brilliant. Amy Lavere, the opener, was brilliant and I was not expecting that. Glen and Marketa were pure genius and there's more chemistry between the two of them than is fair. I've been putting off saying anything in the hope that I would write a proper thing, but the notes I've made next to the songs will have to suffice. The title of the entry, by the way, was part of the very long introduction to "Drowned Out." I would explain, but if you're really that interested, just comment on the entry. All in all, the concert was brilliant and I had a fantastic time. Glen is an amazing communicator and performer, as was Amy, and I couldn't have been happier with the show. To finish off, here's a review by the Washington Post and a little write up by NPR, which also allows you to listen to the concert if you'd like. And now the set list plus notes:

1. When Your Minds Made Up [the gap in the middle isn't meant for clapping cheering, or wooting, it's for silence]
2. Lies
3. All the Way Down [Marketa on vocals]
4. Drowned Out [really long intro]
5. This Low [about making it through the shitty parts of relationships]
6. If You Want Me [Marketa again]
7. Fantasy Man [not the final name, a new one]
8. Falling Slowly [Nore "belts" the chorus without fear]
9. Leave [men actually don't like being confronted by their girlfriends :shock:]
10. Say it to Me Now [ah the drunk girls]
11. Golden [Glen said the room was completely wrong for this song, and I wonder why]
12. Cactus [aka the Pixies sex song]
13. Pavement Tune (I Want My Life to Make More Sense to Me) [and the group sing-along fails]
14. Once
15. Broken Hearted Hoover Fixer Sucker Guy [this is the one everyone remembered]
16. Into the Mystic [by Van Morrison the greatest Irish songwriter ever, according to Glen]
17. Star, Star [the "Freebird" of the concert, by the Frames]
18. You Ain't going Nowhere [by Bob Dylan, everyone on stage, and no we aren't going anywhere {second encore}]

This is What I Do

The posting of articles will be in chronological order, starting on 17 July. Some of the articles are news, others are op-ed, and a smattering of them will allow me to bitch about how unfair the world is. Mostly though, they're news related. Enjoy.
Don't ask me why, but I feel old. I'm not sure why Brandon Flowers having a son makes me feel old, but it does. I'm sure I'll feel really old when Kaiser Chiefs Member X gets married and has a kid, but at the moment, all I know is that I feel old.
Ah, the Mercury Awards. Raise your hand if you really that surprised that Arctic Monkeys got nominated. Now raise your hand if you were surprised that Lily Allen didn't get nominated. Now go look at the list DiS came up with of who should have gotten nominated.
I wouldn't go to a one second concert, even if I was told that it was a one second concert before hand. I don't care if it's the White Stripes, what's the bloody point? What has this world come to, a one second concert. Jesus.
Now Rilo Kiley knows how to make me happy. They're releasing their new album in the States before they release in the UK and their spending two nights at the 9:30 club. If only other artists I like would follow suit...
Like the Arctic Monkeys. Who aren't even coming to the metro-DC area. Or Kaiser Chiefs, or are also not coming anywhere near the metro-DC area. A pox upon both their houses. And don't give me this shit about announcing more dates later, I know you're lying (well, not lying, just prolonging my misery.) Anyway, I think more artists should be like Rilo Kiley.
Okay, so it seems now that festival is nearing it's end (just a week until Virgin festival baby!) a bunch of little known artists are going back to the studio to record new material. Like the Spinto Band. Except it doesn't seem like that long ago that I got their first album. Oh well, best of luck boys.
Congrats and best of luck to Queen guitarist Brian May for going back to school to finish his doctoral thesis in astrophysics. That is all.
Not this again. Okay, so you're a semi-famous indie rocker from Yorkshire, Mr. Jarman, but that does not mean you have to bash the rest of the music world. Sure you look tough and cool, but really you just look a hypocritical dick. Yes, you have some good points (hurrah for bandwagons!) but really, calling the whole of the indie music scene rubbish is just a bit much. And this is coming from someone who only listened to the Beatles for a year and a half. So please Mr. Jarman, do us all a favour and don't comment on the state of the indie music scene. You'll regret it later.
Now this is nice. I can totally understand road-testing new material in your home country (especially when said country is kind of small) and so I only hold a slight grudge against the Scottish fanz of Franz for getting to see them this fall when I've never seen them in my life. Only a small grudge against those lucky bastards.
You know what I think about Kaiser Chiefs adding a second Birmingham date? Why don't they add a second (fuck, a first) metro-DC date. By the way, have I mentioned that I'm a bitter old lady recently? Because I am.
Oh Carlos. Don't you know what happens when you try to a movie star and a rock star? Bad things my friend, bad things. Either that or nothing. Your choice.
Well now that that's done, onto the concert review. Ooh boy, I'm just on a writing frenzy. Or something, like that.

Because As Much as I Say Former, I Don't Really Mean It

Kill me now, lay me to rest, and for my epitaph just say that she died having seen Nick molested by a yuppie in a music video. Honestly, there ain't much else to say. Just watch. You'll need Windows Media Player. Also, much thanks to Wiz, the director of this video, for maturing the boys well beyond their current image. I think they needed this.

The Silence is Deafening (and Slightly Deadening)

But not to fear mes copines, because despite the deafening silence that has enveloped the internet (damn you JK), the real world is slightly more alive. While the UK fights off torrential rains, I've continued my mission to completely smut-ify my mind by reading smuty/crackalicious/sappy DW fanfic, courtesy of the "Oh She Knows" Ficathon. As some of you might have guessed, I also finished the last Harry Potter book in a approximately a day (taking into account the short breaks I took, sleeping, and eating) and I was extremely pleased with how things turned out in the end. I shan't reveal anything for those of you who haven't finished it yet, but I think the masses will pleased. In any event, these trivial events are not the reasons I have broken my silence. Nay there is something far more exciting that has prompted me to write. Brace yourselves, my dearest ones:
ONCE, LIVE AT 9:30 CLUB, THIS THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!
Let me explain: Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova are going on tour under the guise of "The Swell Season" which is actually the name of an album they recorded together before they worked together on Once. Although the show doesn't technically count as seeing Once live, since they will be performing songs from that movie, that's how I'm thinking of the concert. I'm more than excited, in fact one could go so far as to say I can't think about anything else and the way I'm feeling doesn't have a word to describe it. All in all, uber-YAY!!!!!!
The next time I write, be prepared for an intesive course in music news from the past two weeks (possibly more, depending on when I write next.) Enjoy the silence, I'm off to continue my education in smut.

Without Protein I am Nothing

Okay, so I made it two days without blogging. Not a record, but not too bad. Anyway this is more of shout out to my readers in the great wide world. I've been keeping track for the past two weeks of who is reading my Blogger blog and by proxy where they're reading it. It's been interesting, mostly because the amount of time people spend on the site can only be counted in milliseconds, possibly less. The average actually is 2min and 21sec, but that's because one of the more anonymous readers spent 19 minutes on the site, while one person from Italy spent 8 minutes. Interestingly, someone from around my area spent 13 minutes reading my blog. In terms of geography, I've gotten hits from Tennessee and Greece, from England and New Jersey, from Austria and Finland, and from LA and North Carolina. Again, the average visit length for the majority of readers is 0 seconds, so I suspect most of the hits consist of "Oh, this isn't what I wanted" and going back to Google Search. In any event, I'd like to thank everyone who comes to this site, especially the ones who come back for more.
I'm going to finish cleaning the bathroom now and then I will collapse. As a token of my affection, here's my fall semester schedule:
Newsgathering (T)
Rock/Soul/Progressive:1955 prs (MWF)
Western Civ I (MWF)
Chorus(Fredericksburg Singers) (W)
Instmntl Ensemble (M)
Music Theory I (MWF)
General Psychology (TR)

Quick Return for Kaiser Chiefs

I'm still on hiatus, but I got some news this morning that I was kind of right about some information I stated about les Kaiser Chiefs. They are coming back. Three of the dates (Dallas, Houston, and Atlanta) are confirmed by ticketmaster (the almighty bible of tour dates), and hopefully the rest will be confirmed soon. Although I loathe the Sonar, I would go back if it meant I got to see KC. In any event much love and thanks to Sarah, fellow Kaiser Chiefs fan, for the info. I now have something to look forward to.

Lyric Post 9,542 (Let's Try this Again, but with Fragments)

It's fucking cold down here. At least I thought to bring down my mp3 player, otherwise I would be without inspiration. So here are some fragments, the important bits in my mind, of Cribs songs. Except for "Hey Scenesters!" all the songs are taken from Men's Needs, Women's Needs, Whatever which is released State side today. After this, I'll be taking another prolonged lunch break. What with registration, general anxiety over moving out and various other things I've decided, again, that it would be best just to avoid this portal of insanity. So on with the fragments:

I'll never forget how all this begun
And I will never regret a thing I have done --- "Our Bovine Public"

There’s not much to say for me...
You leave a lot to be desired
I never wanna be desired --- "Girls Like Mystery"

because the man's needs
man's needs
are full of greed
full of greed
a man's needs
man's needs
are lost on me --- "Men's Needs"

Hey scenesters, hey hey scenesters!
You all are in trouble now --- "Hey Scenesters!"

Cut off your nose to spite your friends --- "Shoot the Poets"

I'm a realist
I'm a romantic
I'm an indecisive piece of shit...
no one will ever do
no one will ever do for you --- "I'm a Realist"

Guarded thoughts
firing off
Parting shots --- "Moving Pictures"

The Nice Men are Coming to Take Me Away

But first - HAPPY BIRTHDAY AVERY!! You're legal now, hurrah!
So I'm loosing my mind because of class registration. I don't get to register until the last day and I'm shitting bricks over what the hell I'm going to end up taking, considering it ain't (and I'm using ain't purposefully) going to be what I thought I would be taking this semester. The majority of my friends are prepping themselves for Otakon, which is next week and I'm stuck in this house of two lunatics, two dogs, and my mother. All I have for entertainment is the computer, a shit load of films I don't want to watch and a really big book of British history that I need to finish before Saturday. The summer's practically over and I, in no way, feel prepared to go off to college. I'm going to be going to the beach the week before I leave home, which is the last thing I want to be doing that week. I'm fucking loosing my mind and no one can hear, or cares to hear, me scream.
In other news, Lily Allen is in fact going to be touring the West Coast this September. I would also suggest reading this from the genius mind of infinitemuppets. He's a Brit you likes to say c*** a lot and I found that particular entry immensely amusing, because Johnny Borrell and Razorlight by proxy are wankers. You see, Razorlight could have been good, but their lead singer has such an ego that it's hard to tell where he ends and the band begins. It's like Pete Wentz and Brandon Flowers (to a lesser extent): the personality of the lead member gets in the way of the band, thus ruining the band for everyone else.
Anywho, I'm going to go find something to entertain me for an extended period of time before my neurosis kills the joy within me and I'm back at the computer staring at the "Currently Open Class" list and trying to figure out who the fuck stole my freshman seminar from me, so I can kill them. Toodles mes copines.

The Chronicles of New Caledonia

I'm thinking of running a spike through my temples in the hope that the pain in them will be relieved. Either that or the new pain caused by the spike running through my brain will be kinder to me than the current pain in my brain. In any event, I have to find a spike first and that might prove tricky. Still, a spike through my temples doesn't sound too bad right now.
So, in my British history crunch, I've discovered why the Brits were such pissers about taxes in the colonies. The reason is, is that because William (of William and Mary fame) was also the head of the Dutch Republic the UK got dragged into the Continental war that was going on and the treasury got sunk. The mainland Brits were already up to their teeth in taxes and if any of the Georges (George I, George II or George III the looney) had tried to tax them any more there would have been nation wide rioting and probably another civil war. Better to tax the people who can't directly kill you than to tax the people who can. I also found out where the terms 'Whigs' and 'Tories' came from (Scotland and Ireland respectively.) Unfortunately I'm still waiting around for the first Prime Minister, but I don't think that's going to be happening in this book. I don't know, so we'll see. What else have I learned...oh, I learned how Scotland became apart of England after about a century of British kings (and Oliver Cromwell) trying to force them into being friends (money, always money.) I now better understand why the Scottish, the English, the Welsh, and the Irish all either out rightly hate each other or just sneer at each other with an air of loathing. And, despite my love of all things British, it's basically the English's fault. Damn limeys.
As stated in my previous post, iLike fails at life and gives me false hope. I'm just hoping that some band (We Are Scientists, Arctic Monkeys, the Fratellis [though that's very unlikely], Keane, KT Tunstall) pulls through and does a US tour this fall/winter so that I can be horrendously cool and drag my new friends with me to see them (oh yes, I have plans.) Nonetheless, iLike fails at life.
Finally I would like to point out that very few people read my Blogger blog. In fact I kind of suspect that I'm the only one who really reads it. Oh well, it's fun.

Correction on Erroneous Information

Right, so the iLike application on Facebook said that KC were going to be in Colorado. Because a reader of mine (hi!) asked about it, I thought I would check everything, just to be sure and whatnot. Now, iLike has reversed their statement. So, yeah. Complete and utter disappointment and lots of stupid Brits commenting on the bands winter tour. :'( Lily Allen on the other hand is still doing some dates in the States (ooh I rhymed.) Hopefully she'll schedule something for my part of the country. Toodles for now.

I Love My White Jacket

This will be short, I promise. Short and vastly more insane than normal. Teehee...

1. Lily Allen is coming back. Sure, there are only a few dates listed, but she's coming back. You see I've become very adept at figuring out when bands and artists are gearing up for tours. The dates are usually random but somehow connected and if one were to look at the shows listed at the artist's page, there's some sort of gap in scheduling that would allow for the new dates. Anyhoo, Lily Allen is coming back and hopefully this time she'll actually show.
2. KAISER CHIEFS ARE COMING BACK!!!!!!!!! Sure, there's only one date and that's in Colorado, but, as I said with Ms. Allen, you can tell these things, and I can tell they're coming back. I'm pumped and I'm not even entirely sure of anything. Yay for crazy fangirlness!!!
3. A friend of my mums' who is a sport's journalist is going to hook me up with some rock critics that she knows. I'm so pumped it's not even funny. Though this might be a side affect of KC, but I don't care. I'm uber-pumped.
4. I have room-mates! And other people live on my hall! Yay!

Well that's it really. I'm planning on doing a massive British history crunch so that by the time the new Harry Potter comes out I won't have to worry about trying to remember what was happening in British history when I finish HP. Anyway, YAY!! For no apparent reason, other than yay.

I Had Roommates

I had room-mates, then I didn't have room-mates. Because of this, I declare UMW deficient at web page maintenance.
In any event, I'm in a triple in the dorm I wanted to be in (go storage!) on the top (fourth) floor. I'm nervous about being in a triple, because I predict doom, but we'll see how things go. One of my room-mates is from around here (NoVa) and the other is from New Hampshire. Cecilia and Allison. At least I'll have something to talk about with Farber.
So lets see, what else has been going on. Not much actually. I've been impatientally waiting for my room-mate and dorm information and not much else. Reading DW crack fic, wondering what the hell I'm doing reading DW crack fic, learning about how idiotic politicians were in Stuart England and how the horror that is Ireland came about because of the idiocy of Stuart England politicians, realizing that I have no life and slowly loosing my mind. But I do have some news articles! They're fun and funny.
First off we have an announcement. Hot Hot Heat are releasing an album! Now that's not really news to me, but it's more about how Mr. Kharas imparts this news. Really, the only interesting thing about the article is the last sentence/word: Sword. To which I reply: Cheese.
Now we all know I have a small obsession with Metallica. It's not that I like their music, I just think that most of articles related to them are hilarious. So as I go to have lunch, I leave you with this: Metallica singer stopped at airport for 'Taliban' beard.
Have a nice day.

I Need to Practice

I need to practice some more for my lesson (damn you Tim!!), but...but...WATCH!!!!
Can't breathe, too much Ricky exposure...
Quick side note - Tim Rice-Oxley has crazy ass hands that can do magic. 0_0 I kid you not.

Quick(ish) Stop

So I was hoping to take another respite from blogging this week, but I've already got three (techincally four) non-music articles waiting to be written about and I'm really bored. Which explains the sort of music related article I want so desperately to post, but that will have to wait. First! Random articles!
As some of you might know (and if you've been paying any attention at all, should really know) Doctor Who recently ended it's run in the UK and much has been said about recent casting news and how absolutely bollocks the season finale was, etc, etc. What I found to be most interesting was an article that was reposted on Behind the Sofa. I'm not much of a boardie on Oupost Gallifrey and so I don't know how accurate the article is, but it's hilarious nonetheless. Now you don't really have to know anything about Doctor Who to understand the jokes, you just have to have some knowledge of how message boards and sci-fi/fantasy fandoms work. The article itself is terribly long, but skim through it and laugh when appropriate. So, I present without further ado, "The Doctor Who Fan's Phrasebook."
In 9th grade I was forced to read The Catcher in the Rye and hated almost every word of it. I thought Holden Caulfield was a whiney pretentious son of a bitch who didn't really present a strong case for why he moped around the whole time. I know the majority of the reading population disagrees with me and that the book is considered to be a seminal piece of literature, something everyone should read at least once. I personally think it's a bunch of crap. Interestingly the author, J.D. Salinger is something of a recluse, which brings us to our next article which is the AV Club's list of the 12 Famous Living Recluses. The list is filled with names I know (accept for the Residents) and I found it to be an interesting read. One has to wonder what made these people turn away from the spotlight (besides the bright lights and potential for fiery downfalls) and become recluses. Second question is whether their hermits or just very private about their lives. The best part is Thomas Pynchon's response to the rumours about him: "My belief is that 'recluse' is a code word generated by journalists... meaning, 'doesn't like to talk to reporters." Trueche Mr. Pynchon, trueche.
This next article is for Alex who loves biking. The article about the Tour de France prelude that happened in London this past weekend. I suspect he doesn't actually read this journal because he has more of life than me, but you never know. Anyhoo here is one man's perspective on the London prelude: Le Tour triumph.
I'm going to take a short break and then come back with the last article. You won't actually know I'm taking a break, because I'm putting everything into one entry, but I thought you might like to know that I'm taking a break. So, break (small freak out) and then the last article.
And we're back...
A simple fact should be known by all about me: I'm a horrible person. By horrible I mean a ridiculous human being, like Missy Eliot or Ryan Jarman. And by a ridiculous human being I mean a former obsessive fangirl. In an effort to not be such a horrible person, I limit how often I check the Kaiser Chief's official website. I think that part of my past problem was that I was too involved with their goings ons and so lost sight of the fact that I live in Virginia and am 10 years younger than most of them. But sometimes, when I'm really, really, extraordinarily bored, I check to see what's up and all that. Well today was one of those days, and boy did I get a treat.
I know as much about soccer/football as I know about football or cycling. Most sports in fact are a mystery to me, but I do know one thing about soccer/football: The people of the British Isles are obsessed with it. Everyone plays, the players are as famous as rock stars and their girlfriends and wives have a special category (their called wags for no apparent reason.) All in all, soccer/football is a very popular sport and I know jack about it. But who cares right? Not me, that's for certain.
Some might be grumbling at this point, "Get on with fucking article Nore." Fine, I will. But one last thing: Just remember that I'm a horrible person. So, for you're viewing and reading pleasure, Living the Dream: A Vice Captains Blog

Clap if You Believe in Fairies

So the season finale of Doctor Who was incredibly disappointing. It's going to be kind of sad re-watching the whole thing from "The Runaway Bride" because there was so much about the season that was so good. I almost hate Russell T. Davies for what he did with that finale and also what he's going to be doing, which brings us to our first news item (oh you can't get away from them, and yes this is a huge spoiler if you haven't seen season three): Catherine Tate is back! Yes the tacky ginger bride you'll be watching tonight (8pm, Sci-Fi Channel) will be back as the Doctor's companion in season four. I about screamed when I read the news, but decided better of it, because screaming isn't the answer. Boycotting might be, but I have awhile to decide whether I'll be doing that. In any event, best of luck to Ms. Tate and the rest of the Doctor Who cast and crew. I have a feeling you'll be needing it.
In other news, I have the maturity level of a 13 year old. The reason? My response to the this headline on the DIY site: "Kaiser Chiefs New Manchester Show." What was my response? Stick out my tongue at the computer screen and call the lot of them bastards. Oh yes, I'm a mature one.
But at least I have a proper roof over my head, thank you Mums and dad. You see, Pete Doherty is currently living in a van under a bridge in London. That's right, a fairly famous rock star is living under a bridge. He's also been charged with drug possession again. Yeah, I know I nag on this guy, but for fuck's sake. In any event I hope that living under a bridge, even if just for a little while, will teach him something. Like self respect.
So besides T in the Park and the Oxygen festival, the big thing this weekend is Live Earth. Al Gore is hoping that by having a lot of musicians all over the world play music that this will somehow get everyone off their lazy asses and do something about global warming. Now Arctic Monkeys have something to say about this and I kind of agree with them. Matt Helder, whose the drummer, said recently that it would be hypocritical of the band to play the concert, given the amount of electricity they use for their shows. Bassist Nick O'Malley added that they're always flying around in air planes, which isn't exactly ozone friendly. I have to agree with the boys' logic. I won't say anything more, but let's just assume we can all infer what my opinion is of Live Earth.
I had a bunch of other articles I wanted to share, but after some thought, I decided not to burden you with them. I know most people don't give a shit about what I write (oh yeah, I can hold a grudge) and since most of this entry is nonsense to the majority of you, I leave you with this:
Falling Slowly.
And a really long personality quiz. Mwhahahahaha:
---------------------RED-----------------------
1. Closest red thing to you?: Stuart hall bag
2. Last thing to make you angry?: oh, things
3. Do you have a temper?: >_>
4. Are you a fan of romance?: dear god yes
-------------------ORANGE-------------------
1. Closest orange thing to you?: moxie t-shirt
2. Do you like to burn things?: the shiny fire is fun
3. Dress up for Halloween?: I use to, not any more
4. Are you usually a warm-hearted person?: until you piss me off
5. Do you have anything against redheaded people?: ginger heads are lovely…
6. Are you usually full of energy?: sometimes, but not most of the time
-------------------YELLOW-------------------
1. Closest yellow thing to you?: :looks around room: funky bag
2. The happiest time[s] of your life?: killers/keane concert and first kc concert
3. Favorite holiday?: christmas
4. Are you a coward?: yeah, but only in a social aspect
5. Do you burn or tan?: I am a ghost, who repels the sun (burn and then tan)
-------------------GREEN-------------------
1. Closest green thing to you?: ummm…well my sheets and practically everything else in this room
2. Do you care about the environment?: yes, I recycle
3. Are you jealous of anyone right now?: everyone going to Oxygen/T in the Park festivals
4. Are you a lucky person?: depends on what you think of as luck
5. Do you always want what you can't have?: no, not always
6. Do you like being outdoors?: just as long as it’s not humid, hot and there aren’t any annoying bugs
7. Are you Irish?: I wish
-------------------BLUE-------------------
1. Closest blue thing to you?: walls
2. Are you good at calming people down?: dunno
3. Do you like the sea?: I like the sound of the sea
4. What was the last thing that made you cry?: don’t remember
5. Are you a logical thinker?: in my own way
6. Can you sleep easily?: pretty much yeah
---------------------PURPLE-------------------
1. Last purple thing you saw?: umm…t-shirt online
2. Like being treated to expensive things?: definitely
3. Do you like mysterious people?: kind of
4. Favorite type of chocolate?: all
5. Ever met anyone in royalty?: no, sadly
6. Are you creative?: in my own way
------------------PINK-------------------
1. Closest pink thing to you?: a couple of books on my shelf
2. Do you like sweet things?: oh yes
3. Like play-fighting?: umm…
4. Are you sensitive?: yeah
5. Do you like music?: that’s a silly question
-------------------WHITE-------------------
1. Closest white thing to you?: sheets (partially at least), lamp
2. Would you say you're innocent?: for the most part
3. Good at keeping the peace?: I try, doesn’t always work, but I try
4. How do you imagine your wedding?: depends on where I am
5. Do you like to play in the snow?: I use to, but now I shun the outdoors, so not really
6. Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentist?: no
-------------------BLACK-------------------
1. Closest black thing to you?: trash bag, chorus dress, mp3 player
2. Ever enjoy hurting people?: no
3. Are you sophisticated or silly?: oh depends on my mood
4. Would you like to go to space?: just as long as I’m in a blue box
5. Do you have a lot of secrets?: mmm…some
6. What is your favorite color?: green!!!!!!!!
7. Does the color you wear affect your mood?: not really no

Ta for Now, Back by Tea

And so I bid adieu for awhile. I feel that I need an extended lunch break, this whole summer business has gotten to my head in a rather bad way. I'll be back before long, don't you worry. So I leave with this my 510th (or 478th, depending on where you're reading this) post with a little Hamlet:

The Post Were I Bang My Head Against a Brick Wall

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GODDAMN FUCKY FUCKY BITCH (thank you Dead Again)
TUSK!!!!!

Declaration of My Age

Since it seems that everyone thinks I'm a prude and blush at the reference of penis :titter:, here for everyone's enjoyment is a declaration that you can be 19 and not think sex is hilarious. So, for everyone to see:
SEX
BOOZE
PORN
DETACHABLE FUCKING PENIS
Now can we fucking move on?? Just because I don't revel in sophomoric humour doesn't fucking mean I'm the world's biggest prude. It just means I don't fucking laugh at stupid ass jokes about dicks, booze, and porn. Goddamn. Ever hear of Monty Python? Now they knew how to mix sex into comedy without waving around dicks and laughing at every single fucking hint of innuendo.
Now I'm off to take a shower. And then read about British history. So fuck you all.