Sometimes I just need something that requires little to no thought to settle my soul. 34 minutes of Starblaster/Scary Pockets Funk Splendor.
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This is reminiscent of the Indiana State debate from a couple seasons ago. They went 27-4 but got snubbed because they didn’t win the Valley tourney. They ended up taking second in the NIT, losing to Seton Hall. The power 4 don’t need 5-7 bids apiece. The selection system is decidedly tilted.
Some asshole named Jason Weber from Villa Grove has been routinely giving my number out as his own. I’ve gotten hundreds of calls for him over the last few years. I’ve owned this number for 22 years and the previous owner was named Winnifred. I’m going to throat punch Jason Weber when I find him.
You’ll be hearing from my attorney(s).
For the record miso paste is not an apt replacement for doenjang paste. My Kimchi soup is missing that funky flavor and now I’ve gotta take my ass to the internet to find the real stuff. Damn you NYT cooks for suggesting miso as a swap. Of course my local SoILL Kroger doesn’t have what I need.
Happy Birthday. I hope your day is magical and your next trip around the sun is the best one so far.
Happy 40th to one of the gnarliest records of the year 1986. I’m not the hugest Metallica guy, in 1986 I was listening to DK and Black Flag instead. Having said that this album is a metal masterpiece.
Smashing through the boundaries,
Lunacy has found me,
Cannot stop the battery
Yes please.
Going out for a show tonight so I ordered an extra box of Egg Fried Rice from the local Chinese joint for afterwards. It used to be a back up 12 pack and a bottle of bourbon for the after hours… now I spend half the night thinking about food, a dab, and my bed. Officially Older’n Shit.
As a general rule of thumb I don’t interact with random fuckwits on the internet, so I’m not going to tell the guy threatening to be a little snitch bitch that I hope his next bowl has a real fat seed in it but ya know….I sure hope he hits a seed and coughs himself sane.
Just looking at the final score on that one earlier…. wild. St John’s was ranked 15. They got Blooooown the Fuck Out! Top 25 school only dropping 40 points. Crazy work.
If you solve today’s wordle you’ll know how much dignity I have left after taking a 5 today.
Have you been to Turkey & the Wolf for a second breakfast or first lunch? I hear it’s almost as good as the original NOLA spot. Also Parlor Donuts is insane if you’re into sweet stuff for breakfast or ‘tween meal snacks.
He absolutely kills that song but he refuses to play it on a regular basis. We have a bit of running gag every time I show up there for a Monday gig.
Have a great time at Dee’s, and please yell Play Philadelphia Lawyer at the band as loudly as possible.
It broke my heart to watch members of my beloved Cubs take the day off to attend the funeral of he who shall remain nameless last fall. Fighting for a playoff berth, in the final stretch of regular season play and these fuckwits took the day off to attend the service.
Bahahaha. Small fucking world. My first dab was with Keller at the club my brother and I used to own. I’m gonna say it was the Vape album tour 2016ish? First time we ever hung out and didn’t smoke a stupid amount of perfectly rolled flower. Strictly pens and rigs.
I’m sorry this has been such a rough time for you. Please know there’s a bunch of us internet randoms out there rooting for you and your next chapter. You’ve got this, sis!
Fuck Disney, this little table on a humble front porch was the Real Happiest Place on Earth. The amount of unicorn bottles that lost their horns on this simple little wicker table is almost hard to believe…. unless of course you knew “Retail Priced Pappy” Joe. It was one of the greatest honors of my life to have been invited to visit it. I am beyond fortunate to have been one of the lucky ones that got to know him, and his amazing wife (or as she is known in the bourbon world, the Shipping Department).
The tale of “Retail Priced Pappy” Joe will be told for years to come. His battle with cancer may be coming to an end but his legend will live on for as long as I draw breath. No finer human has ever graced my little shop, or my life. Enjoy every sandwich, and open all the Unicorn bottles, folks.
Can’t have hippies with handguns… but drunks with double barrels is totally fine.
“The way we survive as a city is embracing what is authentic. Tourists see through make-believe. They see a $17 drink and think ‘tourist trap.’ There are towns across America that wish they were Music City — and we’re trying to be Las Vegas. Why?
It’s been a week of largely bad news in my little world. A friend is dying, other friends have been demoted to jobs that will take them away from my account. I’m skipping Billy Nashville cuz my head ain’t right, but this afternoon Jamo throws a Cubs spring game and I got a 2 on Wordle.
I owned and ran bars for years…. this is gross. I feel like I have the ick on me from watching that. Seems like a good day to bring every one of my employee a fat joint for their mandated safety breaks. A gentle reminder that we’re still supposed to have a little fun working service gigs.
‘Member that Galactic Lundi Gras at Tips when Irma Thomas bogarted the fuck outta that joint while telling you all about the Toussaint song Going Down Slowly being made popular by the Pointer Sisters? I do and it’s what is giving me life today. 355 days, 10 hours, 50 minutes ‘til Mardi Gras.
These tickets have found a good home. Someone is going to their first BMFS shows. Thank you to everyone that shared this post and helped an internet random out. I appreciate y’all.
Ha. I came here to say the same thing. Something, something great minds… yada, yada.
Your route map looks like the cover art for some weird Norwegian Death Metal band.
Is anyone out there in the market for a pair of freebies for this weekend’s BMFS Bridgestone run? I’m not in the headspace for shows right now but I’d really love it if one of you fine folks would ensure my tix don’t burn. I have 2 tix for both Friday & Saturday, not Sunday. Help a brotha out.
Fuck today! It’s been bad news since the word go. No parade, no coconuts, no brass bands… just a never ending stream of bad news. My favorite human is entering end of life hospice care and my salesman of 7 years was just informed he probably won’t have a gig after today. Worst Mardi Gras Ever. Fuck!
