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"Have mercy"
Hey everybody! I was gone for a while fighting for the Danish Resistance in France. What they were doing in France, I don't know. Anyway, it was pretty cool, but I got beat up by this French dude who thought I was copping a feel on his dick, which I was. You know what they say about the French - they hate Americans. But anyway, I'm getting off topic. The real reason I'm coming to your computer screen tonight is to tell you about a new concert that's happening in August. You may have heard some rumors that the show is actually a benefit show for the Danish Resistance, but that's really just a rumor. The show is just a benefit for YOU - the person who will benefit by hearing this music. So anyway, here is the flyer with all the details. The phone number is wrong, but who cares? So, I hope to see you at the show! If you see me there, bring a printed copy of this livejournal post and I'll give you a free Cümshottale*. See you at the show! *While supplies last. Offer prohibited by law, not that I give a shit.
Holy shit I'm back! In order to make the process of reading this, my latest Livejournal opus, easier, I will break it into small sections. Ok, number 1! BATTLE OF THE FUCKING BANDSTHE ABSENCE Yeti Cannaddiction (seriously their name) Lunatic Candy Kreep (yes, their's too) Silence After Tragedy Left In Ashes and some other bands that don't need $600 like we do! @ The Brass Mug, 1441 East Fletcher, Tampa (813)972-8152 Please come out and support us! Really, that would be awesome. 4. That's about all I guess, so I'll leave you with a picture of a unicorn. ![]() 4 comments | post a comment
Well hello, Livejournal community! It's been a while, but I've been away on a strange and mystical adventure! It was sort of like Indiana Jones, but I was in Romania and I had to travel to various towns fighting monsters, buying all sorts of whips, exploring castles, and finding a few miscellaneous parts and organs of Dracula. The best part was when I found all of the scattered remains of Dracula and he came back to life in the form of a 20-foot vampire! Man, that was a doozy... Anyway, I'm back now, so I thought I'd let everyone know. However, I'm off again on the 4th of March for more zany exploits, this time involving me traveling around Ireland, Scotland, and England collecting beer and putting it into my blood stream. Brilliant.
The results are in from the party at Soraya's last week, or whenever the hell it was. They are as follows... ![]() "Damn, I didn't realize that eating a whole rat was such a bad idea!" exclaims Soraya, who then immediately burst into flames. ![]() "Well, that's funny - I also played the oboe in middle school," remarked John shortly before being mauled to death by an escaped gorilla from the local zoo. ![]() Most of the partygoers were sitting in the living room at their usual relaxed state, coincidentally facing my NEW Canon Powershot S200 Digital Camera seconds before it went off on its own, taking this remarkable picture. From left to right: Justin "Tito" Grant, Soraya Zaumeyer, Amber Evensen, Ron "Beer Delivery" Barker, Jenny "Chunk" Becker, Emily Joyce, Robb Hohmann, Pat "Something Italian" Something-Italian, Andrea "Justin Grant Fan Club" Wallace, John "Slippery Pete" Barker, and Jamie "Horse Crusher" Stewart. PARTY ON DUDE.
Hey folks, how are you? My helicopter just landed after a week-long trip to Latvia to promote my new book, "Latvia Totally Sucks And Most People Don't Even Know It Is A Country In The First Place" by Justin Grant. It went over really well. Anyway, my band that is not Cümshotté needs a name again, and no one else will agree to the name "HORSE CRUSHER," so it's back to the drawing board! Any suggestions? And no, we already decided against the name "Turkish Yeti Warriors," so don't bother sending that one in. In other news, I bought a digital camera, which has allowed me to bring important pictures like this to YOU:
The party was a disaster. Everyone that got kicked out by the police, that got arrested, or that got in a fight, should thank Helen S. I won't bother explaining all the circumstances here, but you can read my web site if I really want my take on it. All I'll say is that I feel terrible that Andrea is now in the situation of living with a roommate that threatened to "shoot me in the face" and another roommate, who is supposedly my best friend, who doesn't give a shit that she says these things. Thanks pal. Anyway, I want to personally apologize to anyone that I invited to the party, and I'm sorry that such a great party turned into such a childish fucking spectacle. And I want to apologize to Chris for not immediately smashing that kid the second he headbutted him. I only wanted to have a good party, with no violence or drama, but apparently drama is what Helen wants most. Sorry to everyone that came to have a good time, like me, and ended up in such a shitty situation. Ok, back to the real world... 7 comments | post a comment
Have you forgotten about the PARTY ON FRIDAY?! I hope not, because it will be the party that wrecks your life. Anyway, I heard about Amber Evensen breaking Whiney McCharge-Presser's spectacles at the Orpheum on Saturday. I would be lying if I said I didn't fully endorse such a tubular display of radicality. Way to kick ass, Amber!
Holy mother of fuck is there going to be a killer party next Friday. That's right ladies and non-ladies! There is a mondo tubular fucking party going down at the residence of John Edward Barker, Andrea Beth Wallace, and Helen what's-her-name Skala's house on Friday, the day after national Tofurky day. Or Thanksgiving, whatever. I'm already in the process of making mix CDs with nothing but Merzbow, Masonna, GGGG, and Incapacitants on them. You'll die just from listening to them. Maybe I'll pass on those though. Anyway, about the party - there will be one keg (at least) of low-quality piss swill Coors Light and a fridge full of other toilet brine liquids, so feel free to come over, get plastered, and drive your car into a tree! Aside from that, I'll be making a special guest celebrity appearance and the entire thing is sponsored by Satan. So be there, you filthy Satanist! 1 comment | post a comment
Alright, I'm updating this for the sake of Ron, who will probably explode if I don't update my livejournal. Anyway, here's the deal. Today I decided to write a screenplay about a man who wakes up and realizes that his brain has been replaced with a cat's brain. He's all like, "what the fuck?" but instead he can only say "meow, meow!" So he gets in his car to go to work, but he keeps driving off the road to catch squirrels and stuff and when he gets to work, he gets fired for scratching up the upholstery. At this point, an atomic bomb from Latvia, who has been secretly resenting the United States' presence in North America all these years, lands and kills everyone. It's called "Man With Cat Brain." It's a drama.
I'll bet no one got that subject joke. A little grindcore joke for my adoring fans! Anyway, I am actually fucking sick, I have a stupid fucking fever, a cold, you name it. The best part is that it's 7am and I'm off to work in 45 minutes. Hooray! So I have a temperature of like, 150 or some shit, and I need to go get in the shower. Fuck. I haven't seen Andrea for more than 10 minutes in like 4 days. That's bogus. Tonight we're going to see Punch Drunk Love with Emily, even though I'm fucking deathly ill. I wouldn't miss it for anything. Anyway, I was trying to think of something not serious or accurate to say so that this wouldn't seem like an actual livejournal post, but I can't so GRIND! Apparently
I'm @ Andrea's right now about to go get breakfast. Made of babies. Last night was the From Bleeding Hands debut, and despite me fucking every song up due to ridiculous hardware failure, we got a huge turnout and a really good response. If you want to hear what we sound like, just watch MTV2 in 6 months. Anyway, it was a good time.
According to the Weekly Planet, From Bleeding Hands is "this issue's band name of the week winner." Ha ha, whatever. Anyway, for those of you that care. Dove Dead To Fall From Bleeding Hands @The Orpheum, Ybor City 9pm SHARP $7/8 Anyway, if you're there after like, 9:30, you'll miss us play, so be there you jerk! The write up also mentioned that From Bleeding Hands had ex-members of Cümshotté, but what about the two current members of Cümshotté, Chris and I, that are still in Cümshotté????? Looks like there's going to have to be a knife fight between the editor of the Weekly Planet and I. Again. post a comment
I was going to work this morning when I glanced in my rear-view mirror and noticed a motorcycle gang of about 11 midgets, all wearing full leather outfits with skulls and flames and shit painted on them. Even though I kept making erratic turns and stops to shake them, they were still on my tail! So now that I was convinced that I was being followed, I pulled over and got out of the car at a gas station. The head midget motorcycle gang leader walked up, swinging a chain that was previously tied to his leather jacket and he was all "so I heard you were lookin' for trouble," and then he spat on the sidewalk next to me. The other gang members started to walk forward, producing various weapons like a lead pipe, switchblades, broken bottles, and more chains. I considered fighting all of them with a barrel that was laying next to me, but then I decided to just say, "no, not really, what gave you that idea?" When I said that, the head midget was like, "oh, I guess we've got the wrong guy, sorry to bother you." So we shook hands and went our seperate ways. I hate work. 3 comments | post a comment
Well, I got up and heated up some leftovers, and then I spilled some goulash on myself and I was like, "Oh shit! I spilled some goulash on myself!" I guess you had to be there, but maybe not, either way it was pretty funny. I guess you just had to be there, right? Yeah, probably. So anyway, it was funny. You had to be there. I have about 45 minutes to write 10 pages of a screenplay that I'm doing for my motion picture writing class, but guess what? THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY! So anyway, today I plan on going in the bathroom, shaving, taking a shower, putting on my work clothes, brushing my teeth, walking to my car, getting in my car, going to work, getting out of my car, walking into work, clocking in, knocking on the door of the pharmacy so someone will let me in, setting my CDs down by the computer, working for 5 hours, leaving, clocking out, getting into my car, and going home, where I will then exit my car and walk back into my house. Then I will set myself on fire. Or go to band practice. Whatever. God bless livejournal! And America! post a comment
Somehow I posted the same thing twice. Whatever. Anyway, I went to Andrea's, watched Haiku Tunnel, and then we traveled back in time so that I could edit this entry. Sorry for the inconvenience! post a comment
Yeah, that's right, a livejournal. Let's get down to business, shall we? Today, I woke up at 4am, locked myself in the basement and proceeded to paint 72 pentagrams on the ceiling. After that, I filled a bathtub with Silk mocha soymilk and soaked in it for 16 hours. After that, I went to work. It sucked pretty bad, so when I got home, I injected crystal meth directly into my lungs and updated my livejournal. Now I'm going to Andrea's to drink Beast and possibly snort some rails off of hookers' tits. My livejournal looks like Andrea's, but all that will change. G'night! |
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