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Aurora Borealis
I'm fucking excited to be going to Europe at the end of the year. Best part is i miss my Yr12 formal haha.
Aqualung
You can't bring me down!
The nightmare I had last night was completely fucked up. I havent had one that bad for at least 10 years. How strange...
FerretallicA
HMAS Slagdestroyer
Ba-bow. Pete wins.
The thing that freaks me out about that writing is how it fucks up the flow of text on the screen - especially when it's in a textbox or you copy/paste it. Right-to-left written languages should be abolished.
metal evilution
Davestorm
I had fucked up nightmares all night last night.. I think my lack of sleep recently is killing me. I feel weird.
I slept like a log last night eventhough Shane was fighting someone in his sleep all night and ended up elbowing me in the back!
TheDenimRager
Hats make things better.
I wish you sweet dreams, filled with rainbows, lollipops, and thousands of nude clones of Blas Elias.
..
(BUT RIKKI ROCKET IS STILL HOTTER)
TheDenimRager
Hats make things better.
Latest thought, so so true...
"The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then -- to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn."
-- T.H. White, "The Once and Future King"
"The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then -- to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn."
-- T.H. White, "The Once and Future King"
dan of bereavement
shroud of bereavement
I am hung over ...badly!
drank till 5:30 AM then did a photo thing for the band in the frigid cold. Loooong day lol.
drank till 5:30 AM then did a photo thing for the band in the frigid cold. Loooong day lol.
metal evilution
Davestorm
Today i totally rule this forum!
That perhaps could have something to do with only myself being on it.
That perhaps could have something to do with only myself being on it.
metal evilution
Davestorm
When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying 'Hello.'
I politely said, 'This is Ken. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear, 'Get the right f**in number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an asshole!' and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an asshole!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole calling' would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon.
I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?'
He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an asshole!'
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for.
I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For Sale' sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
'Yes, it is', he said.
'Can you tell me where I can see it?' I asked.
'Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse.
It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.'
'What's your name?' I asked.
'My name is Don Hansen,' he said.
'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'
'I'm home every evening after five.'
'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'
'Yes?'
'Don, you're an asshole!' Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
'Hello.'
'You're an asshole!' (But I didn't hang up.)
'Are you still there?' he asked.
'Yeah,' I said.
'Stop calling me,' he screamed.
'Make me,' I said.
'Who are you?' he asked.
'My name is Don Hansen.'
'Yeah? Where do you live?'
'Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front.'
He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'
I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole,' and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2. 'Hello?' he said.
'Hello, asshole,' I said.
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
'You'll what?' I said.
'I'll kick your ass,' he exclaimed.
I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray.
I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better....
Anger management really works...
=
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying 'Hello.'
I politely said, 'This is Ken. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?'
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear, 'Get the right f**in number!' and the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled 'You're an asshole!' and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer.
Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, 'You're an asshole!'
It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole calling' would have to stop.
So, I called his number and said, 'Hi, this is John Smith from Verizon.
I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?'
He yelled 'NO!' and slammed down the phone.
I quickly called him back and said, 'That's because you're an asshole!'
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for.
I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a 'For Sale' sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too.
I said, 'Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?'
'Yes, it is', he said.
'Can you tell me where I can see it?' I asked.
'Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse.
It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front.'
'What's your name?' I asked.
'My name is Don Hansen,' he said.
'When's a good time to catch you, Don?'
'I'm home every evening after five.'
'Listen, Don, can I tell you something?'
'Yes?'
'Don, you're an asshole!' Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
'Hello.'
'You're an asshole!' (But I didn't hang up.)
'Are you still there?' he asked.
'Yeah,' I said.
'Stop calling me,' he screamed.
'Make me,' I said.
'Who are you?' he asked.
'My name is Don Hansen.'
'Yeah? Where do you live?'
'Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front.'
He said, 'I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers.'
I said, 'Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole,' and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2. 'Hello?' he said.
'Hello, asshole,' I said.
He yelled, 'If I ever find out who you are...'
'You'll what?' I said.
'I'll kick your ass,' he exclaimed.
I answered, 'Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now.'
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray.
I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew.
NOW I feel much better....
Anger management really works...
=
Hes just having nightmares of the beating i'm going to give him over the last Kurt Cobain comment he gave me
TheDenimRager
Hats make things better.
metal evilution
Davestorm
metal evilution
Davestorm
Can someone please tell me why our Metalheads in Oz just aren't as loyal and fanatical as those in Europe, Japan and South America?
StephenSLR
Member
You're preaching to the choir, most on these forums are quite dedicated and go to local gigs.
Ask around the next time an international band tours here, I'd like to hear their answers.
What I don't get is plenty of them go out drinking but won't go upstairs or next door to drink at a place with a Metal band playing. Some are just plain tightarses and don't want to fork out a few extra dollars.
The local stuff isn't on TV or radio so the general public think it isn't as good.
Also with the low numbers involved there is the factor that you are supporting the losing team, some people just want to be part of the larger group and do what their peers are doing. "We'll go see the big bands because everyone will be there".
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Though most metalcore outfit bands get decent turnouts , then they fuck off when the decent bands are one
TheDenimRager
Hats make things better.
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