Our next gig is at THE FISHTANK

[soiled depends]

See you there!
-Winds of Genocide

[The Arsonist]

With all the attention that you get around here, I keep trying really hard to see where the punchlines are. Aren't you at the point where you think this kind of shit is just sad yet?

[soiled depends]

With all the attention that you get around here, I keep trying really hard to see where the punchlines are. Aren't you at the point where you think this kind of shit is just sad yet?

The attention I get or the failed punchlines?

[Bored, Esq.]

Looking back on it now...I think the entire board was traumatized by Kat Shevil. I still wake up in the middle of the night sweating, reaching for a wig that isn't there.

[The Arsonist]

With all the attention that you get around here, I keep trying really hard to see where the punchlines are. Aren't you at the point where you think this kind of shit is just sad yet?

The attention I get or the failed punchlines?

Just the failed punchlines, specifically the way you keep beating this dead horse about Kat.

[soiled depends]

That was a fucked up time. You can't tell me that Steve posting here was just some random thing that you can just suddenly forget about. There are memories that blow my mind and besides, I don't really feel like talking about faggy bands like The End and The Deftones all day long.

[The Arsonist]

besides, I don't really feel like talking about faggy bands like The End and The Deftones all day long.

Wow, there you go again. I knew you were going to do that. Search out my posts and try to attack me by attacking the music that I like. It's these kind of really "simple" attempts at abusive humor that I just don't get.

[Bored, Esq.]

That was a fucked up time. You can't tell me that Steve posting here was just some random thing that you can just suddenly forget about. There are memories that blow my mind and besides, I don't really feel like talking about faggy bands like The End and The Deftones all day long.

I find solace in the cheap bottle. I know it's not a long-term solution but the whiskey eases the dickshrinking fear of an unholy return. I keep thinking of Lemmy, of course, his final days, his only window on the world being a steadily murkier, shit-clouded view of a wannabe tranny and reprobate, effete, gay biker fumbling and sliding drunkenly on a stained couch, tongues darting in and out of each other's stinking orifices like tazed snakes or...the wistfully remembered guppies of yore.

[soiled depends]

that mouth, perpetually gaped for penetration by a cock in each of those hundreds of photos...

[Bored, Esq.]

that mouth, perpetually gaped for penetration by a cock in each of those hundreds of photos...

Ironically, he does look like a fish, perhaps...one inhabiting the lower depths of some trench or another. When I see those pics I always think there's an invisible vacuum cleaner in front of his face and he's trying not to be pulled into it.

Consult:

[Whee of the Dead]

How exactly did Lemmy die?

[soiled depends]

How exactly did Lemmy die?

Neglect. He didn't have a few quid to borrow Steve for a night out, so he in turn, did not have any time for Lemmy.

[Bored, Esq.]

How exactly did Lemmy die?

You know about that Led Zeppelin shark incident?

[metal5411]

He sucked but now he's gone. Why does this thread exist? It's not like there was ever a question of whether or not he was worthwhile.