Easter

you should write a book.

If that was directed towards me, believe me, I have thought about it and have even tried. It was called "Bored To Death: The Life and Times of Arse Magnet". It was more of a series of random events than a life story, I guess. SOmetimes I think if I had a camera and a thought mic installed that captured all this shit, I'd be one famous loser.

If that wasn't directed towards me...well...I'm a loser.
 
I was going to go see 1349, Nachtmystium, Goatwhore, and some others Saturday night. I don't think I will, though. I'll probably sit home, have some drinks with the wife, and hope to get lucky.

When she goes to bed early and I am lefty feeling rather unlucky, I will head downstairs, have another drink or three, get wasted, pretend I am still fairly relevant in some way, listen to metal, possibly surf some porn, deny a bunch of friend requests on myspace from fuckers that have no place calling themselves metal, read the RC threads and subsequently leave feeling woefully inadequate in terms of my metal knowledge, and then pass out. Somewhere in there I will likely eat some Tostitos and dip.

Told ya so...
 
I ran into this catholic guy that I know today, and he regailed me with this tale according to some archaic catholic doctrine in which had jesus, in the three days before his resurrection, in hell doing battle with satan.

I laughed at the mental image.
 
MajestikMøøse;6047628 said:
I ran into this catholic guy that I know today, and he regailed me with this tale according to some archaic catholic doctrine in which had jesus, in the three days before his resurrection, in hell doing battle with satan.

I laughed at the mental image.

I wonder how they decided to call it quits.
 
"Hey, Satan... dude. I got like a resurrection at 2, so can we continue this later? It's not like either of us are making any ground here..."
 
I get to work tomorrow from 11-730...missing all the good meals and shit. Instead I get to deal with bitchy customers. Seriously, people need to calm the fuck down around the holidays. I work at a grocery store as a cashier, and people come up to me screaming, "THERE'S NO MORE ASPARAGUS!" And then I smack the fucker and say, "GOOD NOW YOUR HUSBAND'S PISS WON'T SMELL SO BAD WHEN HE PEES IN YOUR MOUTH."

What do they want me to do? Leave the store, run out to central california and get the fucking veggies myself? I'm a cashier, I have no control over these things.

can't wait.
 
Ah...there's nothing like the dull roar of a hangover on Easter. The kids are running around, seeking to destroy everything in site, the wife is reading the Sunday paper, and I am repeatedly wishing for death. Daddy drinks because you cry... :puke:
 
I have yet to sleep... So no hangover for me. Fucking park across the street is full of kids running, being loud, and looking for eggs.

Fucking mormons and their 7:30am awakeness. Tempted to go take a shit in the park just to drive them all off.
 
Dude, that tour kicks ass... Jesu will blow you away regardless of what you think of their records. Atleast they blew me away.
 
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