(yes, more of Darkspot's innane stories. But this one is actually less irrelevant than my other ones.)
Okay, I was at the mall earlier tonight, and, as we all know, mall cd strores pretty much all suck ass. I was there waiting for my mom to finish buying her new cell phone at the Cingular store and looking to kill time. So, I walk over to their Heavy Metal section, which actually isn't that bad. Out of habit, I flip through the Nevermore cds.
Dead Heart in Dead World
Enemies of Reality
Enemies of Reality
In Utero- Nirvana.
Me- *tries to comprehend suddenly being faced with a Nirvana cd in the Nevermore section*
So, upon realizing that some severly retarded dumbass must've been looking at this cd, decided on buying it but then made a snap decision to drop it while they were only a few feet away from the counter and planted it in the 'N' section of the heavy metal cds, I fight the urge to track down said dumbass and beat them in the face with a baseball bat for polluting the wonderful-ness of Nevermore with the foul-ness of Nirvana (though that is, actually, the painfully-overrated and mediocre band's better cd), and, instead take the cd and walk all of the way across the store to put it where it should be, and away from the real music.
That is my tale of Carroll Countian-woe.
Oh, and I got a cell phone, too. I was sitting in the car, while my mom went into the groccerry store, playing "Deep Abyss"
Okay, I was at the mall earlier tonight, and, as we all know, mall cd strores pretty much all suck ass. I was there waiting for my mom to finish buying her new cell phone at the Cingular store and looking to kill time. So, I walk over to their Heavy Metal section, which actually isn't that bad. Out of habit, I flip through the Nevermore cds.
Dead Heart in Dead World
Enemies of Reality
Enemies of Reality
In Utero- Nirvana.
Me- *tries to comprehend suddenly being faced with a Nirvana cd in the Nevermore section*
So, upon realizing that some severly retarded dumbass must've been looking at this cd, decided on buying it but then made a snap decision to drop it while they were only a few feet away from the counter and planted it in the 'N' section of the heavy metal cds, I fight the urge to track down said dumbass and beat them in the face with a baseball bat for polluting the wonderful-ness of Nevermore with the foul-ness of Nirvana (though that is, actually, the painfully-overrated and mediocre band's better cd), and, instead take the cd and walk all of the way across the store to put it where it should be, and away from the real music.
That is my tale of Carroll Countian-woe.
Oh, and I got a cell phone, too. I was sitting in the car, while my mom went into the groccerry store, playing "Deep Abyss"
I usually take an awesome metal cd and stick it in front of some shitty one in the rap section.
