Re: skid row journal reeelapse death pool champ
Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2015 1:22 pm
Move along Paulo's boss. Nothing to see here.
https://www.reeelapse.com/
I actually thought it was a little bit refreshing how few people showed up to praise the guyspacehamster wrote:STP was fucking boring, dull-ass derivative shit that almost made me like Pearl Jam by comparison, and the way people are now suddenly crawling out of the woodwork to gush about how great Scott Weiland was is really equal parts shocking and hilarious to me. I mean, I can understand Chad defending him - one junkie sticking up for another and all, and Chad has shit taste in absolutely everything. But the rest of you? Shit.
this analogy can be used for a lot of things.Chad wrote: it reminds me of when someone goes out of their way to let everybody know ''Olive Garden'' sucks
I really do hope some Muslim nut job kills donald trump in front of his adoring fanbase.hipster holocaust wrote:I think the only person I would smile about dying more thanMr. StappDonald Trump is Axl.
Yeah, while I can take a few songs from their first two albums, I don't think it was all that glorious at all. Just looked at the booklet from their second album (Purple?) and his photo where he's smoking a cigarette, he already looks burnt out, pale and like a skinny junkie. I'm not sure he was really living the life or bathing in college pussy or whatever, maybe his bandmates were, while he was busy scoring heroin or crack, only living for the next fix. Pretty sure he was trapped in a pretty dark place full of heroin and addiction.
Scott Weiland was a piece of shit.Skip the depressing T-shirt with 1967-2015 on it – use the money to take a kid to a ballgame or out for ice cream.
Haha....honestly the shittiest thing about his behavior is typical addict behavior.hipster holocaust wrote:Haha, don't you work with the worst scum-of-the-earth addicts bungy? I'm quite impressed with how much respect you have for this guy.
This was hilarious, poignant, and beautiful. Well done.BUNGVOX wrote:i agree with chad here.
dude lived it.....LIVED IT..... rocked packed houses with STP / Velvet Revolver....hella ripped on the best weed, snorted the best coke, shot up the primo heroin, got his dick sucked by the hottest rocker bitches in the world. he sang...and cunt's got wet. he got driven around in big limos while getting his drugged out pisser gargled on. went to the top studios and created some albums with tunes that are quintessential 90s rock. you look back at the glory days of the 90s and you see sweet lord weiland yammering into a megaphone. THAT'S how you get to be a goddamned legend. he lived life....did stuff.....made art and cranked on a 1000 coal chutes attached to hot young horny college bitches, porn stars, and soccer moms. all of us on this board COMBINED cant live the amount of living this motherfucker lived.
while it's true the dude was clearly living and performing on borrowed time.....he had already stamped his name on the 90s. he already captured YOUR heart. he already had rocked us all. he didn't give a fuck if it was some 50 person club or a sold out arena.....he clearly no longer had that sort of awareness. His soul had already gone up to the USS nuremberg to be ushered into valhalla by sweet emperor hitler. the virgins await the primal rock and roll cock of WEILAND. his body unfortunately, was left behind to lead THE WILDABOUTS and it twitched, stammered, and struggled through the last years to the final end. Without a soul to guide it.....the body of weiland had trouble taking off his fancy jackets, had trouble holding that golden precious megaphone, had tempo issues which affect his fellow band mates. In the final analysis we must not be too hard on sweet weiland, his soul had already transcended all of rock stardom, much like high priest kurtis kkkobain, and the king of rock n roll elvis presley. He became a rock and roll god.....and the drugs worked in tandem to help him reach his fullest potential. It allowed him the courage to jump out of life's figurative airplanes with his cock dangling out of fine leather pants. I celebrate tonight the life of our precious 90s legend, the guy who owned you before you pretended to graduate to grown up music like Napalm Death and NON. you disowned the 90s, dissed STP, and yet you couldn't stop humming and tapping your feet to 'interstate love song'. Weiland owned you, he always owned you. Now I will crank some STP and jack off into an ashtray.
you need to bring your skills to the fucking party boys....that's all there is to it.
what sorts of debauchery are you getting up to tonight? guaranteed it's nothing like what Sweet fucking weiland had planned for tonight. the night he never got see.
Someone needs to edit the intro to "Dead and Bloated" so that it's just Weiland's voice singing, "I aaaaam... dead"BUNGVOX wrote:i am i am i am i'm dead.
Larry lifelessBUNGVOX wrote:so who's next? forget about sweet lord weiland.
i'm calling it now....lemmy by summer 2016.