GKJ
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I'd probably be dead.Can you imagine how emaciated I would be if anger and hatred burned calories?
I'd probably be dead.Can you imagine how emaciated I would be if anger and hatred burned calories?
There's no way your venmo could keep up.Can you imagine how emaciated I would be if anger and hatred burned calories?
Early Pink Floyd I can 100% do without. I hate meandering, plodding music, and I'm no stoner. But you can inject '73-'79 into my veins.
WeirdIt's basically guys who drink Jack Daniels vs guys who smoke pot. It's like the Mods vs the Rockers, the Greasers vs the Socs, the Jets vs the Sharks. It goes way beyond the music and is more a conflict of lifestyle or culture or whatever. Different social groups.
It's basically guys who drink Jack Daniels vs guys who smoke pot. It's like the Mods vs the Rockers, the Greasers vs the Socs, the Jets vs the Sharks. It goes way beyond the music and is more a conflict of lifestyle or culture or whatever. Different social groups.
IMO you missed 2 of the better songs off the wallEarly Pink Floyd I can 100% do without. I hate meandering, plodding music, and I'm no stoner. But you can inject '73-'79 into my veins.
IMO you missed 2 of the better songs off the wall
Listen to this stupid f***ing shit.
And this stupid f***ing shit.
But this is the worst. Listen to this stupid f***ing bullshit burnout noise.
I'll be honest, even with all my spite constantly regenerating and overflowing I probably would have been able to just ignore f***ing Floyd like I ignore all other bands who aren't worth a f***. But you know what happened instead? Every other motherf***er I knew tried to convince me to appreciate this shit. "Dude, you have to listen to 'Dark Side of My Balls' again, you just don't get it." F*** off. It's like they couldn't stand to get high without me, that's how irresistible my company is, I guess, based on the number of people who pulled the exact same shit. I never once bothered trying to convince people to listen to the shit I liked, so I'm not sure why they couldn't control themselves and take "F*** no" for an answer. I do know why they trolled me by playing this shit (and f***ing "Touch of F***ing Grey") on the jukebox when we went out - they were all shitheads. No wonder I always got so wasted.
When it comes to picking one of these c***s for the Spite Supergroup, I could have picked either of two, and I'm going to pick the one who actually bothered me second-most, for positional reasons.
tl;dr f*** Floyd.
Team Member (literally) - Roger C***ing Waters - Bass, Gibberish, Clock Sounds, Coin Sounds, Burnout Daydreams, Lyrics, F*** Yourself
Spite Band Member #2:
Daniel Coulter Reynolds (AKA the dude from Imagine Dragons - I actually had to google his name), you'll be plenty radioactive when we eject you into space.
Team Lawyer: Fletcher Reede
One of the better Jim Carrey performances.
Our guy couldn't lie or stretch the truth and he still won his case. Even when he could lie, he seemed like a fantastic lawyer. Not a great father but this is the category for lawyer and not dad of the year.
Jordan fades back. Swoosh. AND THATS THE GAME.
@mja
Team Hill to Die on:
Short and sandals in the winter. it's fine. Am I cold? Not really, and if I cared if I was, I wouldn't be wearing shorts and sandals.
@Hurricane28
Oh man this is good...I always make fun of white dudes wearing shorts in the winter. It cracks me up. If this is your hill to die on i'd be the one giving you the push
Does that dude really have a crease in his sweatpants?I am so hankering to continue my spite band, but I'm afraid if I leave this selection too long it will vanish.
No one in my family likes hockey, so I'm not sure how I got to fandom. I'm not even sure exactly when I started watching. I still have the Flyers pennant from my room when I was a kid (framed in my office now to save it). No clue where it came from. I have a good memory on the whole, but early childhood is honestly just a blur of sensation with little fact.
If I had to make an educated guess though, I would work from my Team Crushing Sport Moment and go backward from there, so it must have been at some point in the early 80s.
I remember us sitting at our kitchen table for Sunday dinner back then. My mom worked evenings as a nurse so a dinner with the whole family wasn't always a frequent occurrence. But this weekend we got it. As always at dinner time though, ABC Action News was on on the 12 inch colour tube tv we had there in the kitchen. The lead story came up. It didn't make any sense though. I heard the name they said between bites, but sports didn't come on until 20 minutes in before weather. So why were they talking about one of my favourite players as the first story? As I listened, it just didn't make any sense. Things like this don't happen. How can this happen? How can this be fair? To him? To us? We were supposed to win this year. This can't happen.
The news on November 10, 1985 was incomprehensible to me and yet I still held out some hope despite what my mom the nurse told me. Then the finality came the next day. As I got older and better understood it, I was grew resentful about the stupidity that led to something wholly avoidable - that hurts others as well. However I might understand it intellectually now, it doesn't remove the memory of that kid with a hole in his heart.
Team Crushing Moment - Death of Pelle Lindbergh
@BiggE
I don't wear long pants unless I absolutely have to. I will, though, wear sweatpants and pull up the legs and continue to wear sandals. That was a habit I got into because of work.I've worn shorts almost every day since March 11, 2020, which was my last day in the office and it's also the last time I wore a suit.
I think I wore shorts all but ~10 times in 2021. The neighbours in my new neighbourhood last year definitely took pictures of me shovelling snow in shorts.
I don't do sandals, though, whatever the season.
I met him. Nice guySpite Band Member #2:
Daniel Coulter Reynolds (AKA the dude from Imagine Dragons - I actually had to google his name), you'll be plenty radioactive when we eject you into space.
I don't do sweatpants, either.I don't wear long pants unless I absolutely have to. I will, though, wear sweatpants and pull up the legs and continue to wear sandals. That was a habit I got into because of work.
That morning is on my Mt Rushmore of pain.I am so hankering to continue my spite band, but I'm afraid if I leave this selection too long it will vanish.
No one in my family likes hockey, so I'm not sure how I got to fandom. I'm not even sure exactly when I started watching. I still have the Flyers pennant from my room when I was a kid (framed in my office now to save it). No clue where it came from. I have a good memory on the whole, but early childhood is honestly just a blur of sensation with little fact.
If I had to make an educated guess though, I would work from my Team Crushing Sport Moment and go backward from there, so it must have been at some point in the early 80s.
I remember us sitting at our kitchen table for Sunday dinner back then. My mom worked evenings as a nurse so a dinner with the whole family wasn't always a frequent occurrence. But this weekend we got it. As always at dinner time though, ABC Action News was on on the 12 inch colour tube tv we had there in the kitchen. The lead story came up. It didn't make any sense though. I heard the name they said between bites, but sports didn't come on until 20 minutes in before weather. So why were they talking about one of my favourite players as the first story? As I listened, it just didn't make any sense. Things like this don't happen. How can this happen? How can this be fair? To him? To us? We were supposed to win this year. This can't happen.
The news on November 10, 1985 was incomprehensible to me and yet I still held out some hope despite what my mom the nurse told me. Then the finality came the next day. As I got older and better understood it, I was grew resentful about the stupidity that led to something wholly avoidable - that hurts others as well. However I might understand it intellectually now, it doesn't remove the memory of that kid with a hole in his heart.
Team Crushing Moment - Death of Pelle Lindbergh
@BiggE
This piece of shit’s only hit song is about wanting to bang his buddy’s girlfriend. What a total douche. On badly played rhythm guitar and cheesy vocals, Jacksonville, please cast your derision upon: Rick Springfield
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His duets with Yoko Ono will drive suicide rates to new and exciting levels.