In this day and age it’s not unheard of for the young folks to take 16 snapshots of themselves doing routine crap everyday.
I’m lucky if I’ll take one snap a year.
In this day and age it’s not unheard of for the young folks to take 16 snapshots of themselves doing routine crap everyday.
I’m lucky if I’ll take one snap a year.
No kidding. Im not that kind of narcissist. I hate the way i look in pictures (although one could prolly just drop the “in pictures” part and it’d prolly still be accurate since pictures show you what you look like) and try to worm my way out of them every chance i get.
this “take a picture every minute” culture is crazy. I have a friend that used to take a pic of his food at restaurants, his fucking food, and text me the pics. Wtf? Completely unnecessary.
I have a friend that used to take a pic of his food at restaurants, his fucking food, and text me the pics. Wtf? Completely unnecessary.
My fiancé and her Asian church friends used to text each other pictures of their food while they were eating. It used to drive me nuts. She was also hooked those internet deals, where you sign up and they send you coupons for “cheap” meals, etc. So we had to drive halfway across the state just to go to some crappy restaurant that we were only going to in the first place because we had some dumbass coupon. The food was generally awful and we would end up spending a fortune there because there was “fine print” in the deal (ie you can only have one drink, not allowed to share a dessert etc…)
“Oh but we’re saving money by using the coupons!!”
“Are you kidding we would have SAVED money by NOT GOING AT ALL!!!”
“There’s just no trying to get through with you. You’re impossible!!”
<storms out of room in tears>
Jeez, I could write a goddamn book about that girl.
“Oh but we’re saving money by using the coupons!!”
“Are you kidding we would have SAVED money by NOT GOING AT ALL!!!”
Mathematically and logically challenged.
You are better off without her.
True kult black metal!
The dorkiest most uncomfortable looking dude there… In a white power T shirt, 3:44 in. Moron!
The only thing he’s missing is a “ask me about my Neo Nazi Sect” Sticker/button.[/reply]
HAHAHAHAHA!!!
He looks like he stumbled into the wrong event.
When he does that sigh/exhale, it’s so hilarious.
He’s like, “What the heck? I thought this was going to be a lecture on how Jews are trying to take over the world, but instead there’s a bunch of silly faggots in makeup and chainmail walking around everywhere.”
I also came to the sad realization that I do not have nearly enough chainmail in my own wardrobe.
The audience at the concert in that blackmetal documentary really cracks me up. They look like the most bored, miserable people ever. A couple of them are headbanging, but most of them just stand looking really unhappy.
I’ve never seen people so committed to having a terrible time doing what they love.
The audience at the concert in that blackmetal documentary really cracks me up. They look like the most bored, miserable people ever. A couple of them are headbanging, but most of them just stand looking really unhappy.
I’ve never seen people so committed to having a terrible time doing what they love.
This sounds like why I ultimately withdrew from that scene. Years after my interest had already peaked, I went to some dive bar in SF that was painted an obnoxiously bright yellow to see a black metal show. The headliner also had the most ridiculous bandname ever: Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult. They ended up being the only good band there. The band playing when I walked in had some fat dude trying to wear tight clothes like he was Tom Warrior of Celtic Frost. The next band only played like 3 songs and were notable for having the frontman dump some cow blood over his head. DNS were decent, and also notable for having a female vocalist/guitarist, not to mention she spewed cow blood in my face. Yeah, cow blood is a rather interesting burn when it gets in your eyes. I have to give them kudos because the next night on that tour, they were in Compton.
I dare anyone to be in a touring band from Germany (or anywhere other than the United States) that plays satanic music, wears corpsepaint, and carries thing like cow blood and a pig’s head that smells like rotten bacon on a 2 week tour that has a stop in one of the most ghetto cities in America.
I’m wondering if something got lost in translation when they were trying to explain in broken European accents that they play black evil music or something . . .
I don’t know why people go to shows if they’re not going to have fun.
At the Twisted Sister show on Saturday night, I had made my way up to the front. It wasn’t like a crazy metal show where everyone is jammed like sardines and struggling just to stand up. It was a crowd, but not “crowded”, if you catch my drift. But it’s a metal show.
Some grumpy bitch to my left started muttering and scowling and said “Watch it!” or “Be careful!” or something to that matter which I didn’t quite hear. I look down at her, “Hey, what’s up?” — She sneers at me, “You keep pushing into me!” I was certainly NOT pushing into here, but it is a crowded rock show, so I’m sure our bodies would have touched or I brushed against her shoulder or something. But now this bitch was messing with my mojo.
“Are you serious?” I ask, still kind of in disbelief. “Just stop it,” she grunts.
“NO! You stop it, Dumbass! This is a fucking METAL show! If you don’t want to be touched go to back and sit down with the fucking cripples!”
That was the last we spoke.
I’m wondering if something got lost in translation when they were trying to explain in broken European accents that they play black evil music or something . . .
I don’t know why people go to shows if they’re not going to have fun.
At the Twisted Sister show on Saturday night, I had made my way up to the front. It wasn’t like a crazy metal show where everyone is jammed like sardines and struggling just to stand up. It was a crowd, but not “crowded”, if you catch my drift. But it’s a metal show.
Some grumpy bitch to my left started muttering and scowling and said “Watch it!” or “Be careful!” or something to that matter which I didn’t quite hear. I look down at her, “Hey, what’s up?” — She sneers at me, “You keep pushing into me!” I was certainly NOT pushing into here, but it is a crowded rock show, so I’m sure our bodies would have touched or I brushed against her shoulder or something. But now this bitch was messing with my mojo.
“Are you serious?” I ask, still kind of in disbelief. “Just stop it,” she grunts.
“NO! You stop it, Dumbass! This is a fucking METAL show! If you don’t want to be touched go to back and sit down with the fucking cripples!”
That was the last we spoke.
Not like the asshole guy who intentionally tried to plow me over to take my spot because he thought he was entitled then acted as if he was better than me and I should just give it to him when I didn’t move.
Another asshole was at Slayer, running through the entire floor randomly hitting/punching people during set change.
Or the stupid bitch at NIN in Vegas who thought I was going to let her put her hands on the rail. How freakin’ dumb do you think I am?
Not like the asshole guy who intentionally tried to plow me over to take my spot because he thought he was entitled then acted as if he was better than me and I should just give it to him when I didn’t move.
Was this at a Twisted Sister concert? [;)]
I’m the same way, DJ. I let girls (if they are polite) go in front of me, but if some bitch was punching me, I’d tell her to go blow the roadies instead.
At Saturday’s show I felt a little guilty being up front during Extreme since I don’t even like them. I tried crouching a bit for others’ benefit . . . and then I kind of thought to myself, “It’s not my fault they have horrible taste in music. I shouldn’t be enabling/encouraging them anyway.”
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Not like the asshole guy who intentionally tried to plow me over to take my spot because he thought he was entitled then acted as if he was better than me and I should just give it to him when I didn’t move.
Was this at a Twisted Sister concert? [;)][/reply]
Danzig with Doyle at HRL - Orlando.
Another asshole was at Slayer, running through the entire floor randomly hitting/punching people during set change.
I thought this was pretty much par for course at a Slayer gig…??
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Another asshole was at Slayer, running through the entire floor randomly hitting/punching people during set change.
I thought this was pretty much par for course at a Slayer gig…??[/reply]
This wasn’t my first Slayer rodeo; the whole floor erupts into one huge pit while Slayer is actually playing. I have no issue with getting hit and pushing the people back - while the band is actually playing.
This guy was being a fucking asshole for the sake of being a fucking asshole during the set change, and I wasn’t the only one who took notice.
Saw Laibach last night and it was amazing. The only asshole I had to deal with was occasionally spraying fart in our general area and I wasn’t sure who’s asshole it was so other than that, good times.
I was at a football game long ago and there were some hot drunk girls behind me. They were so stupid, though. One of them said “HAHAHA. I just farted and no one can tell it was me.” Her friends were like “Uh, that’s really great.” Then the fart girl was like “Well, IT Doesn’t SMELL BAD!”
That was over 20 yrs ago and I still remember it.
Farts are quite cunning, they know not to bother their maker but seek and destroy all those around.
Yeah, but sometimes I’ll have farts that are even revolting to me . . . that’s when I know I smelly especially awful and will just leave the office for a while, or go hide somewhere.