Alright, I've been getting shit from the peanut gallery (get it? shit? peanuts?(see this is why i don't post very often)) about not posting very often. So, here you go, goons abounding
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See? Was that so hard? Now their are ten (more or less) thing like thingys, that we residents of the upper great peanut galleries, now know, or can at the very least start to STUDY. You have like written our fucking Constitution man, why do you think we fucking whine so much? Because we are holed up in the Peanut Gallery, and it fucking sucks, uncomfortable chairs, sticky fucking candy on the arm rests, not as sticky as the Penis Gallery but still, we suffer from a dearth of input, sitting here watching the big screen as we shell pistachio after fucking pistachio, we just need something to bounce a peanut off of from time to time, again similiar to the Penis gallery, but different.
I woke up last night in a cold sweat realizing if the sentence: "..we just need something to bounce a PEANUT off of from time to time, again similiar to the Penis gallery, but different." had been instead: "..we just need something to bounce a NUT off of from time to time, again similiar to the Penis gallery, but different." it would have been instant fucking immortality for all parties involved, but alas, ock, we know what happens to a dream deferred, it dries up like a raisnet in the sun.
yeah, I saw that weird picture of Eddie Van Halen at VH1 recently with a friend at work and she said "what's WRONG with him?" and I said "drugs"- later I realized I should have said "Crone's Disease". Ahh, a dream deferred, never the child it could have been...
Ha Yeah, the french have some term for when your walking up the stairs and think of what you should just have said, it no doubt flows better and is only 2 words compared to 13, in the frenchie version. The picture? I'd say the soul of Kurt Cobain had popped into Eddie's shell like a waiting hertz rental car to seek revenge on Courtney Love for high crimes and retarded misdemeanors, hence the report of his Golem like words by bystanders, "Here we are now, to revenge us, and I don't promise I don't have a gun, oh no I don't promise I don't have a gun, ah fuck the Foo Fighters are here to? And Stone Temple Pilots? A mulatto? An albino? A mosquito? My libido? I feel stupid and contagious. I know, I know. A dirty word. Oh well, whatever, nevermind."
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"..we just need something to bounce a PEANUT off of from time to time, again similiar to the Penis gallery, but different." had been instead: "..we just need something to bounce a NUT off of from time to time, again similiar to the Penis gallery, but different." it would have been instant fucking immortality for all parties involved, but alas, ock, we know what happens to a dream deferred, it dries up like a raisnet in the sun.
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The picture? I'd say the soul of Kurt Cobain had popped into Eddie's shell like a waiting hertz rental car to seek revenge on Courtney Love for high crimes and retarded misdemeanors, hence the report of his Golem like words by bystanders, "Here we are now, to revenge us, and I don't promise I don't have a gun, oh no I don't promise I don't have a gun, ah fuck the Foo Fighters are here to? And Stone Temple Pilots? A mulatto? An albino? A mosquito? My libido? I feel stupid and contagious. I know, I know. A dirty word. Oh well, whatever, nevermind."
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