Heres a screwball Idea only an Idiot like me could think of An off topic thread where we can talk about anything and everything we enjoy other than Metal not to say that tere is anything better but you know! So talk away about anything Dammit! 
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thrashermetaller
hahaha, I always laughed at my idea that came up in the middle of my brother's middle school graduation. There was supposed to be a performance of two black girls singing some of their hip hop/gospel with no music and the damn shit was going on for 8 minutes of the same thing over and over seeming like it would end and then it didn't, so I thought, it would be sweet if somebody put a mic under their ass and farted one offthose ridiculously loud ones in order to stop them, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, sorry
Meh... got home from work a little while ago. I'm just chillin' to some Twisted Sister... 
I saw the movie Troy on Saturday night. It's actually a very good film. I only went to see it for Orlando Bloom but I was surprised. I'm gonna go see it again... for those who haven't seen it yet... go check it out!
I saw the movie Troy on Saturday night. It's actually a very good film. I only went to see it for Orlando Bloom but I was surprised. I'm gonna go see it again... for those who haven't seen it yet... go check it out!
Wicked Child
DYNO-MITE!
A drinking story, huh? I got one.
Last halloween, My friends Kenny, John, Ali, Ian and I went to this 60's themed halloween party (i went as a dead, shot up Vietnam soldier). Anyway, there was alcahol. Jack Daniels, beer, vodka, the works. Well, Kenny's mom and John's grandma was there. so we had to sneak them into Kenny's room(this party was held at his house) through the window and hide them under the bed if ANYONE came in, just to be on the safe side. Well, by the end of the night, i was pretty buzzed. I had a really good one going on, but i quit drinking before i could get drunk. I had 9 beers and a swig of Jack.
Ali, on the other hand, decided he could drink a lot more than that, the fact that he's half irish and half arab being his object of reasoning. By the end of the night, he had a pint of Jack and 20 beers!! It was late at night at this point(around 1am or so), most of the people have gone, or went to sleep(some stayed over), and we were in Kenny's room, just chilling and watching Saturday Night Live. Ali seemed ok at first. A bit woozy, a little slurred, but that was to be expected. Then he started to zone out, pass out over and over again, he could barely stand. Then, he started wobbling over the the door to get to the bathroom, which is just on the left hand side, right next to Kenny's room. Someone was using the bathroom at time. Then, he just couldn't hold it and he blew massive chunks ALL OVER Kenny's drumset. See, the weird thing is, that Ali was in the doorway at the time, and Kenny's drumset is at left hand corner of his room. Somehow, his puke cut corners.
My friend John was on the right of Ali when he puked, and i remember him literally DIVING out of the way when he saw the vomit coming out. And i can only replay that scene in my head in slow motion, like an action movie. And thank God he got out of the way! He was wearing my denim jacket full of band patches at the time! I'd be pissed if any vomit got on that thing!
After he blew his chunks, Ali fell to the ground and Kenny proceeded to pull Ali. by the hair, over to the patio door, screaming "IF YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PUKE, YOU'RE GONNA PUKE OUT HERE!!!" The room REEKED of booze. I mean it REEKED of it. And it did for about a month. And while all this happened, i was on Kenny's bed laughing my ass off. I ended up spending the night at Ali's house, after he asked me to, to kinda make sure he was ok.
THE END.
Last halloween, My friends Kenny, John, Ali, Ian and I went to this 60's themed halloween party (i went as a dead, shot up Vietnam soldier). Anyway, there was alcahol. Jack Daniels, beer, vodka, the works. Well, Kenny's mom and John's grandma was there. so we had to sneak them into Kenny's room(this party was held at his house) through the window and hide them under the bed if ANYONE came in, just to be on the safe side. Well, by the end of the night, i was pretty buzzed. I had a really good one going on, but i quit drinking before i could get drunk. I had 9 beers and a swig of Jack.
Ali, on the other hand, decided he could drink a lot more than that, the fact that he's half irish and half arab being his object of reasoning. By the end of the night, he had a pint of Jack and 20 beers!! It was late at night at this point(around 1am or so), most of the people have gone, or went to sleep(some stayed over), and we were in Kenny's room, just chilling and watching Saturday Night Live. Ali seemed ok at first. A bit woozy, a little slurred, but that was to be expected. Then he started to zone out, pass out over and over again, he could barely stand. Then, he started wobbling over the the door to get to the bathroom, which is just on the left hand side, right next to Kenny's room. Someone was using the bathroom at time. Then, he just couldn't hold it and he blew massive chunks ALL OVER Kenny's drumset. See, the weird thing is, that Ali was in the doorway at the time, and Kenny's drumset is at left hand corner of his room. Somehow, his puke cut corners.
My friend John was on the right of Ali when he puked, and i remember him literally DIVING out of the way when he saw the vomit coming out. And i can only replay that scene in my head in slow motion, like an action movie. And thank God he got out of the way! He was wearing my denim jacket full of band patches at the time! I'd be pissed if any vomit got on that thing!
After he blew his chunks, Ali fell to the ground and Kenny proceeded to pull Ali. by the hair, over to the patio door, screaming "IF YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING PUKE, YOU'RE GONNA PUKE OUT HERE!!!" The room REEKED of booze. I mean it REEKED of it. And it did for about a month. And while all this happened, i was on Kenny's bed laughing my ass off. I ended up spending the night at Ali's house, after he asked me to, to kinda make sure he was ok.
THE END.
~metal_maiden~ said:Meh... got home from work a little while ago. I'm just chillin' to some Twisted Sister...
I sure must check it out. Its history so it might be right up my ally.
@ Wicked Child LOL man!!
Here's a story if you guy have the time to read a long one. It was mid-80s and these girlie bands were getting populair in the Netherlands. Now Crimson Glory were performing for a national public radio and the has a stage room for 500 people the and a bit of a bar situation going.
The programm was called Countdown cafe.
Anyway we from the Dynamo bar decided to check this gig out. We charteda few busses full of crazy metalheads and on our way we were.
When we arrived at the location it was already dark. Only to find ourselves locked out. So we started chanting something. So they could hear us inside.
That did not quite had the effect we intended. They could hear us alright, but they were shitting themselves. There were a few 100 metalheads at the door singing in unison in the pitch black night. Had we come to maim, kill and sacrifice?
I believe we did!Well, one of us succeeded to convincing a trembling radio guy or gay that we were in fact of the humanoid and friendly kind [yea right!!].
We were in!!!
Now the thing was, that before Crimson Glory got to perform some girl disco band were first. You know the type 3 girls, barely any clothes on and performing with a sound tape while trying to mime and dance with the music.
Also present were some disco boys [not really
] and girls. So this band started to perform.
Then the shit hit the fan!!
Thrashing, Moshing, Stagediving and what not. Summersaults from the freaking stage [remember this was a Dynamo crowd!]. Everybody in the organisatie freaked. Can't we trow then out? To late, what do you mean to late? There are already in and here to stay!! Noooooooo
The thrashers now and then crushed into the disco public who reacted violently by pushing them back as hard as they could...
Only to be greeted by a friendly "Thank you"
After a while people got it that we were only having fun. But it was hilarious to see, I can tell you that.
O and Crimson Glory? They fucking slayed man!!
Fangface
Child of the Damned
thats cool as fuck hawk.take a hundred thrashers to liven up a party.that would have been some night!!
sixxswine
rockandrollazine.blogspot
I used to be a real dick as a youth, I remember countless times, dropping LSD at parties, & then convincing people that they were dead. I once locked a kid in the bathroom for hours & kept telling him that his flesh was falling off his limbs...
Driving under the influence of that shit(which I would not recommend & did just that one time)is insane I had to convince myself that I wasn't falling off the edge of the world, in the dark at that! Crazy shit.
Also, never, ever get pulled over with a pair of drunken chicks, after the have shoplifted some mad dog 20/20 & you've hit the damn pipe! Though the result was harmless, what could have happened was not!
Did you know that vomit will eat the clear coat off a fucking car?
I leave that story for another time...
Cheers!
Driving under the influence of that shit(which I would not recommend & did just that one time)is insane I had to convince myself that I wasn't falling off the edge of the world, in the dark at that! Crazy shit.
Also, never, ever get pulled over with a pair of drunken chicks, after the have shoplifted some mad dog 20/20 & you've hit the damn pipe! Though the result was harmless, what could have happened was not!
Did you know that vomit will eat the clear coat off a fucking car?
I leave that story for another time...
Cheers!
Once I was goin' to a mate's house. I'd been there heaps of times before, but the house next door looks exactly the same and they have the same car. He was having a party. Anyway I go to the house next door by accident and a dude about my age answers, so I figured it was one of Luke's mates. So I have a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand and I go "Hey dude!" and walk straight past him into the fucking house. He's like "What are you doing?" and I go "Where's Luke?" and he goes "Who?" right as I walk into the lounge room and there is some family sitting there in front of the TV eating dinner!
The mum called out "Who's this guy?" and the dude who answered the door goes "I DUNNO! He just walked straight in!" and I'm like "Shit sorry!" and walked out as they were muttering stuff probably thinking I was a junkie or something.
VERY EMBARASSING! HAHAH!
The mum called out "Who's this guy?" and the dude who answered the door goes "I DUNNO! He just walked straight in!" and I'm like "Shit sorry!" and walked out as they were muttering stuff probably thinking I was a junkie or something.
VERY EMBARASSING! HAHAH!
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Bryant
Mr. Sleepy
I had a similar situation happen to me twice. Me and a buddy of mine were driving around visiting friends and we stopped at a convenience store. He needed to gas up and I neede to beer up. He had already fueled up and paid before I picked out my beer, but I walked out to his light blue Escort and got in and just as I was closing the passenger door, I heard "wrong car" and I looked at the driver and it was someone else with a car that looked just like his. I got out just in time to see my buddy maybe fifteen feet away literally fall out of his car laughing. It was ten minutes before we could leave as he couldn't stop laughing. I had a small buzz at the time, but those cars were almost identical.
The second one was when me and my ex-wife were at Wal-Mart. We walked to the car and I had a little difficult time opening it. I said, maybe we should get a new key made from the original, but it did open the door. I stuck the key in the ignition and noticed the rear view mirror wasn't adjusted, so while adjusting it, I noticed a baby seat in the back. we had no baby or babay seat and I reaqlized we had just got into the wrong car.
I was at sears with my Grannie and ex-wife and my ex decided to try one of those treadmills. She climbed on it and turned it on without looking at the speed as it was all of the way up to like 12 mph or something. She is a pretty tall girl at 5'10" but she almost ended up parallel with that machine holding on to the handrails and trying to get her feet caught up with her head. I fell on the floor in the middle of Sears.
I actually have loads of drinking and drugging and metal stories but those ones that happen in the "normal life" are funny too.
Bryant
The second one was when me and my ex-wife were at Wal-Mart. We walked to the car and I had a little difficult time opening it. I said, maybe we should get a new key made from the original, but it did open the door. I stuck the key in the ignition and noticed the rear view mirror wasn't adjusted, so while adjusting it, I noticed a baby seat in the back. we had no baby or babay seat and I reaqlized we had just got into the wrong car.
I was at sears with my Grannie and ex-wife and my ex decided to try one of those treadmills. She climbed on it and turned it on without looking at the speed as it was all of the way up to like 12 mph or something. She is a pretty tall girl at 5'10" but she almost ended up parallel with that machine holding on to the handrails and trying to get her feet caught up with her head. I fell on the floor in the middle of Sears.
I actually have loads of drinking and drugging and metal stories but those ones that happen in the "normal life" are funny too.
Bryant
Well, very recent funny story. yesterday I ordered a truck of sand to level the ground around my home. The truck unloaded a little (like 2 feet) on the street. Now we got this funny old guy living around that claims he is the boss of the neighbourhood and he moans about basically everything. While I was diggin' some sand he stopped with his car, opened the window and started to yell at me I should keep the street free. I really couldn't resist and put a full shovel of sand through his window and turned it over...hahaha, he called the police like he allways does. The neighboorhood cop , wich is a real nice person and VERY familiar with handling complaints of that neighbour (like 5 times a week or so) stopped by, friendly told me to clean the raod asap (wich had nearly be done already at that point) and said laughing never ever to shovel sand into my neighbours car no more...I promised him so.
Those are some great stories! Trixxi better watch out were you and up when going to party dude
I like the way you solved the problem carnut!
I like the way you solved the problem carnut!
Bryant
Mr. Sleepy
carnut said:Well, very recent funny story. yesterday I ordered a truck of sand to level the ground around my home. The truck unloaded a little (like 2 feet) on the street. Now we got this funny old guy living around that claims he is the boss of the neighbourhood and he moans about basically everything. While I was diggin' some sand he stopped with his car, opened the window and started to yell at me I should keep the street free. I really couldn't resist and put a full shovel of sand through his window and turned it over...hahaha, he called the police like he allways does. The neighboorhood cop , wich is a real nice person and VERY familiar with handling complaints of that neighbour (like 5 times a week or so) stopped by, friendly told me to clean the raod asap (wich had nearly be done already at that point) and said laughing never ever to shovel sand into my neighbours car no more...I promised him so.
Ha ha ha that is great !!! Hey carnut. You and I need to find out how to mail each other beer. I wonder if we can get some kind of permit to do that. Most Europeans think American beer is shit beer (or at least water beer) because most people drink things like Budweiser, but there is a great small brewery about 130 km from me that makes the best porter I have ever had. They also have a great Special Bitter, IPA and even a light blueberry ale.
www.sweetwaterbrew.com I would love to try some more of those Belgian brews. I remember the Duval. It was very good. It is very hard to find in the US.
bryant
Bryant said:
Yeah, well, tomorrow I have to go to the post office, will ask there if it is possible and allowed to send beer. I think it's not really a problem for low alcohol beers, but like the Duvel (=devil) beer is much stronger...I defenitly would like to taste some other than Bud American beer...Don't worry, Bud isn't that bad, I drink it now and than too...
USMC0341
Dead Cold Day
Alright...this one goes back to 1991...
November 17, 2991, and I'm stationed with USMC Security Forces at a Naval Station in Sicily - we're at the Marine Corps ball (every base has a big bash for the Corps' Birthday every year). Full Dress-blues, medals, ribbons - spit and polish and all that. Well, we're drinking the whole night, hanging with our dates and all that, so the end of the ball comes, and me, Ramsey and Chris pile into Chris' car with our dates and start heading toi Corporal Staab's place about an hour away.
Now, Sicily has a lot of hills and shit, not like the alps, but really craggy and up and down, and the roads are kind of the same way in places. Anyway, after about 30 minutes, I had to take a leak. I told Chris to pull over, and he pulls over. I get out, and because there are women in the car, I figure I'll go across the street instead of pissing right in front of them (I wanted to get laid - what can I say?). So I look across the street, and there's a little rock wall and some bushes on the other side of it. So I trot across the street and hop over the wall - in full Dress-blues mind you - and plummet 40 feet and land flat on my face on the hard ground...the "wall" was actually the stone railing of a bridge, and the "bushes" I saw were the tops of trees. So, I'm lying down there, unconcious, and Chris gets out to take a leak as well, since we were stopped - and he walks over and goes to step over the "wall" and realized what the fuck happened, so he grabs Ramsey (from what he tells me) and they go around the other end and slide down the slope and drag me back up - my face was all bloddy and my neck was all cut up - so they take me to Corporal Staab's house - where there is no disinfectant besides Jack Daniels, which they clean my wounds with and then take me to the Naval Hospital.
Numerous cuts and contusions, and bruised kidneys. The doctor said if I wasn't drunk, I would have broken every bone in my body, or at least come close - he said I was probably limp as a noodle when I hit. I acquired the nicknames "Geronimo" and "The Fall Guy" after that incident...my buddies took me by the bridge in daylight a few weeks later because I didn't believe it was that high, and I was just floored when I looked down...
And I did end up tagging that chick I took as my date...it just took an extra week or so for me to heal up after my little tumble...
Pretty funny looking back on it...and pretty hard-core if you ask me...
November 17, 2991, and I'm stationed with USMC Security Forces at a Naval Station in Sicily - we're at the Marine Corps ball (every base has a big bash for the Corps' Birthday every year). Full Dress-blues, medals, ribbons - spit and polish and all that. Well, we're drinking the whole night, hanging with our dates and all that, so the end of the ball comes, and me, Ramsey and Chris pile into Chris' car with our dates and start heading toi Corporal Staab's place about an hour away.
Now, Sicily has a lot of hills and shit, not like the alps, but really craggy and up and down, and the roads are kind of the same way in places. Anyway, after about 30 minutes, I had to take a leak. I told Chris to pull over, and he pulls over. I get out, and because there are women in the car, I figure I'll go across the street instead of pissing right in front of them (I wanted to get laid - what can I say?). So I look across the street, and there's a little rock wall and some bushes on the other side of it. So I trot across the street and hop over the wall - in full Dress-blues mind you - and plummet 40 feet and land flat on my face on the hard ground...the "wall" was actually the stone railing of a bridge, and the "bushes" I saw were the tops of trees. So, I'm lying down there, unconcious, and Chris gets out to take a leak as well, since we were stopped - and he walks over and goes to step over the "wall" and realized what the fuck happened, so he grabs Ramsey (from what he tells me) and they go around the other end and slide down the slope and drag me back up - my face was all bloddy and my neck was all cut up - so they take me to Corporal Staab's house - where there is no disinfectant besides Jack Daniels, which they clean my wounds with and then take me to the Naval Hospital.
Numerous cuts and contusions, and bruised kidneys. The doctor said if I wasn't drunk, I would have broken every bone in my body, or at least come close - he said I was probably limp as a noodle when I hit. I acquired the nicknames "Geronimo" and "The Fall Guy" after that incident...my buddies took me by the bridge in daylight a few weeks later because I didn't believe it was that high, and I was just floored when I looked down...
And I did end up tagging that chick I took as my date...it just took an extra week or so for me to heal up after my little tumble...
Pretty funny looking back on it...and pretty hard-core if you ask me...
USMC0341
Dead Cold Day
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