I hate waking up sore and not knowing what exactly you've done to be sore.
Sometimes I scratch when I sleep so I keep my nails cut short.I hate waking up sore and not knowing what exactly you've done to be sore.
Sometimes I scratch when I sleep so I keep my nails cut short.
I hate waking up sore and not knowing what exactly you've done to be sore.
Agree. Awesome movie!I liked the kingsman movie. I wish I could have watched it at the theater.
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So idk how much any of you know about Massachusetts, but it pretty much sucks as a state.... Errr commonwealth. Pretentious bastards.
No doubt.They don't call them Massholes for nothing. I spent some time in a small town in Maine some years back, and they hated the Massholes. One old guy, lifetime Mainer, asked me "you know what's wrong with this place? Too many damned yankees."
I did not, Pink. I was too busy stinking up Marcus Point today. Kudos to Kizzire, though.2- you watching the Utah open thing? Patton Kizzire is about to win it and is a tuscaloosa kid. I went to school with his sister, didn't know him though.
Phish taking stage at Tuscaloosa amphitheater
As does Widespread, Grateful Dead, Blues Traveler (live) and any other "Jam Bands" which is just code for "we're so high that we can't even remember how to play the songs that you actually liked enough to buy the ticket to this concert, so we're just gonna play an 18 minute unfuckingrecognizable version of Hook."Phish sucks. Buncha heroine addict fans. Trey blows.
Who gives a fuck.
Phish taking stage at Tuscaloosa amphitheater
That first paragraph is so true. My ex and all her drug head family/friends loved "jam bands".As does Widespread, Grateful Dead, Blues Traveler (live) and any other "Jam Bands" which is just code for "we're so high that we can't even remember how to play the songs that you actually liked enough to buy the ticket to this concert, so we're just gonna play an 18 minute unfuckingrecognizable version of Hook."
Another reason Taxachusetts sucks. Walk into a bar. Sit down. Order drink. $14 For a Jameson and a Beer, but that's a different story.
In the bar there's a white wannabe Rastafarian couple playing popular songs in a Calypso/reggae kinda style. Not that horrible, because the guy can really play and she can really sing. They ask the crowd if anyone has a request when a hipster suggests "No Woman, No Cry". His reply is that they don't know it. How in the actual, pot-hazed, dred having, patchouli stinking, Rastafarian hat wearing, no pube shaving fuck can you not know that song??!!?
That song is the Rastafarian in all of us. However tiny it may be. You know that song.