huhuhuhuhuh yeah right but you don't have to go to fuckin DUBLIN to see the Mylie movie. fuck man suck my dick fuckiin DUBLIN!?!?!?! well ok, it's only 10 miles east plus 10 minutes "street time" from front door to parking spot.
but if one redneck motherfucker overprotective parent is there with a 6 year old at 10pm (GO HOME, it's your curfew, this is the showing for high schoolers and Gay Nation members) and gives me shit for having 3 or 4 wardrobe changes (one per 15 minutes, i always have one plastic timeclock on me) = it's my chair, i'm on the fucking floor (3 or 4 rows back usually), I CAN STAND ON IT BRIEFLY IF I WANT, you retard
i will yell at him
"didn't i see you at the Gay Pride March?" or
"go live in your pickup truck, asshole"
with the trump card that calling a redneck "queer" really gets things going
if our old dork 1986 punk rocker friend Evan Dando were out here i bet he'd wear a dress (oooh 1993 alterna nation) and get those Dublin inbred upper middle class white fucks crazy
i was once hassled (verbally berated) by some retarded "Arrowhead" serviceman (walking into the Borders/BDalton across from the Dublin Regal Hacienda 25 where i'm a goin to see Mylie Cyrus do whatever she does onstage) (she can REALLY SING fuckin good, i've seen her sing live on a couple Oprah type TV shows, with karaoke machine canned track music of her).
and no fucking 8 year olds are welcome.
i should take pen/paper and take a head count by approximate age.
too bad Chuck Eddy/Christgau isn't still running the Village Voice, they'd a let me write 2,000 words on this kind of shit back in 2001.
i still think green day KERPLUNK t-shirt is one of the wardrobe changes in the plastic Grocery Outlet bag. crazy fuck Arica Pelino with a gun, as Chris (Applegren) imagined her after one of their (pelino and billie joe) young-teen screaming blowout arguments at that craphole West Oakland BART squat with the basketball backboards indoors etc. jeez man. pretty good band, wonder whatever happened to them.
my favorite MTV moment of the 90's was where bill stared at the MTV News camera and said,
"you're not...MY FRIEND!" "all of you, quit walking up to me in public and pretending like WE'RE FUCKIN' FRIENDS! you don't fucking even know me!"
hahahahahahah i imagine that's what john lennon wanted to say to the world in 1965 if his brain hadn't been fried on LSD.
fuckin DUBLIN, fuck me with a polo stick man. there's not even any good thrift store lps at the Goodwill there last time i was out. (back two springs ago there was a worn-but-plays-good orig pressing MONO Pet Sounds there, bunch of other good stuff too and they briefly had all the lps down to 99 cents) (which are always 50 or 75 cents at Salvation Army, or 99 cents at Generations/hayward albeit 1.29 at Thrift City/hayward).
fuckin DUBLIN man, fuck this shit. i'm going to make sure that my 1st shirt (worn) puts me in a proper "don't fuck with me asshole" attitude. oh yeahhhh....the LINDSAY LOHAN WITH KNIFE / SEX AND COCAINE version of the Britney shirt. yeah fuckin yeah. i'm puttingone out on the top of the stack right now.
also a red WNBA PHILADELPHIA RAGE no. 5 dawn staley jersey (ghetto colors you dig) so that i at least have one "here's a hoodlum from hayward" motif available.
fuck Borders/B Dalton, i think i'll just go out there at 6pm, buy a 9:40pm ticket and read magazines to kill time until then. hang in the lobby and practice changing shirts/jerseys every 30 minutes. since i don't drink almost not at all, sneaking liquor in to get a vibe gonig is not required. plain old caffeine (to the recommended 300 or 400 mg max per day) works just fine. (chopped up Grocery Outlet STAY AWAKE Vivarin knockoff pills).
i'm going to post this shit as an "update" / edit into the Hannah Montana Concert Movie blog/journal
woulda been interesting if myspace had been around in 1959 to see what gene vincent would've written into a blog/journal cue. "fuck this shit im gettingdrunk fuck this man DICK CLARK GO DIE you fucking pussy FUCK FUCK RFUCVKFUFUFCKCKCCKCK oh yeah my guitarist quit again fuck that where's my fuckin bottle huh?! !@?!?@ fuck it"
huhuhuhuhuh yeah right but you don't have to go to fuckin DUBLIN to see the Mylie movie. fuck man suck my dick fuckiin DUBLIN!?!?!?! well ok, it's only 10 miles east plus 10 minutes "street time" from front door to parking spot.
but if one redneck motherfucker overprotective parent is there with a 6 year old at 10pm (GO HOME, it's your curfew, this is the showing for high schoolers and Gay Nation members) and gives me shit for having 3 or 4 wardrobe changes (one per 15 minutes, i always have one plastic timeclock on me) = it's my chair, i'm on the fucking floor (3 or 4 rows back usually), I CAN STAND ON IT BRIEFLY IF I WANT, you retard
i will yell at him
"didn't i see you at the Gay Pride March?" or
"go live in your pickup truck, asshole"
with the trump card that calling a redneck "queer" really gets things going
if our old dork 1986 punk rocker friend Evan Dando were out here i bet he'd wear a dress (oooh 1993 alterna nation) and get those Dublin inbred upper middle class white fucks crazy
i was once hassled (verbally berated) by some retarded "Arrowhead" serviceman (walking into the Borders/BDalton across from the Dublin Regal Hacienda 25 where i'm a goin to see Mylie Cyrus do whatever she does onstage) (she can REALLY SING fuckin good, i've seen her sing live on a couple Oprah type TV shows, with karaoke machine canned track music of her).
and no fucking 8 year olds are welcome.
i should take pen/paper and take a head count by approximate age.
too bad Chuck Eddy/Christgau isn't still running the Village Voice, they'd a let me write 2,000 words on this kind of shit back in 2001.
i still think green day KERPLUNK t-shirt is one of the wardrobe changes in the plastic Grocery Outlet bag. crazy fuck Arica Pelino with a gun, as Chris (Applegren) imagined her after one of their (pelino and billie joe) young-teen screaming blowout arguments at that craphole West Oakland BART squat with the basketball backboards indoors etc. jeez man. pretty good band, wonder whatever happened to them.
my favorite MTV moment of the 90's was where bill stared at the MTV News camera and said,
"you're not...MY FRIEND!" "all of you, quit walking up to me in public and pretending like WE'RE FUCKIN' FRIENDS! you don't fucking even know me!"
hahahahahahah i imagine that's what john lennon wanted to say to the world in 1965 if his brain hadn't been fried on LSD.
fuckin DUBLIN, fuck me with a polo stick man. there's not even any good thrift store lps at the Goodwill there last time i was out. (back two springs ago there was a worn-but-plays-good orig pressing MONO Pet Sounds there, bunch of other good stuff too and they briefly had all the lps down to 99 cents) (which are always 50 or 75 cents at Salvation Army, or 99 cents at Generations/hayward albeit 1.29 at Thrift City/hayward).
fuckin DUBLIN man, fuck this shit. i'm going to make sure that my 1st shirt (worn) puts me in a proper "don't fuck with me asshole" attitude. oh yeahhhh....the LINDSAY LOHAN WITH KNIFE / SEX AND COCAINE version of the Britney shirt. yeah fuckin yeah. i'm puttingone out on the top of the stack right now.
also a red WNBA PHILADELPHIA RAGE no. 5 dawn staley jersey (ghetto colors you dig) so that i at least have one "here's a hoodlum from hayward" motif available.
fuck Borders/B Dalton, i think i'll just go out there at 6pm, buy a 9:40pm ticket and read magazines to kill time until then. hang in the lobby and practice changing shirts/jerseys every 30 minutes. since i don't drink almost not at all, sneaking liquor in to get a vibe gonig is not required. plain old caffeine (to the recommended 300 or 400 mg max per day) works just fine. (chopped up Grocery Outlet STAY AWAKE Vivarin knockoff pills).
i'm going to post this shit as an "update" / edit into the Hannah Montana Concert Movie blog/journal
woulda been interesting if myspace had been around in 1959 to see what gene vincent would've written into a blog/journal cue. "fuck this shit im gettingdrunk fuck this man DICK CLARK GO DIE you fucking pussy FUCK FUCK RFUCVKFUFUFCKCKCCKCK oh yeah my guitarist quit again fuck that where's my fuckin bottle huh?! !@?!?@ fuck it"
I WANNA BUILD A GATE!!!!
hahaha okay,
go
What happened to your gate?