I love buying stuff.
Today I bought Catch 22 Live, Washed Up and Through the Ringer, and Keasbey Nights vol. 1. That's right, I completed my Catch 22 collection via Amazon.Com for less than $20, all told.
In the past month I have bought:
I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell by Tucker Max
The Alphabet of Manliness by Maddox
The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster by Bobby Henderson
A 3-foot long Nerf gun, complete with scope, 2 reloadable clips of 6 dart clips, bipedal stand for better accuracy, and not to mention it breaks into 2 smaller guns for those tight situations.
20 darts for aforementioned 3-foot long Nerf gun (the Longshot CS-6, for you fanatics)
110 darts for my old nerf gun (a maverick, one of the old ones, blue & yellow)
A White Ninja T-Shirt (white ninja is a crazy cat lady)
A Tree-Brains t-shirt (it's the theoretical rock band I'm in... see TheSneeze for more info)
4 8x10 art prints: 1 of the droogs sipping milkplus (from A Clockwork Orange); 1 of Tyler Durden holding a bar of soap (from Fight Club); a Warhol print of two revolvers; an old French Ad for absinthe
A magnum .45 belt buckle
Annnnddd... assorted school supplies.
Money is great. I love having a bank card...
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Monday, October 1, 2007
I love you like a jew loves money...
... beer.
But when people give me shitty beer, it's as if Juliet turns out to be a man. I want to find out that Juliet has a penis as much as I want to drink Genny, Keystone, Natural Ice, or (God forbid) Red Dog.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK?
Seriously, what the fuck, college kids? I know that good beer costs more, but it makes me not want to be your friend if you can't have the insight to at least get some Miller or Bud or something that isn't so shitty that it's been quarantined. Well, at least I think that's why I never heard of any of this shit until I got to Rochester. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I'm of the belief that beer should only taste like watery and/or bitter piss AFTER it's gone through my urinary system.
The same goes for you, vodka. I know that people complain about you tasting like rubbing alcohol a lot, but that's just because they're too cheap to buy the good shit. I could probably down an entire bottle of Skyy or Grey Goose without a chaser, but give me some Taaka or some shit like that and I'll gag after two shots.
But when people give me shitty beer, it's as if Juliet turns out to be a man. I want to find out that Juliet has a penis as much as I want to drink Genny, Keystone, Natural Ice, or (God forbid) Red Dog.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK?
Seriously, what the fuck, college kids? I know that good beer costs more, but it makes me not want to be your friend if you can't have the insight to at least get some Miller or Bud or something that isn't so shitty that it's been quarantined. Well, at least I think that's why I never heard of any of this shit until I got to Rochester. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I'm of the belief that beer should only taste like watery and/or bitter piss AFTER it's gone through my urinary system.
The same goes for you, vodka. I know that people complain about you tasting like rubbing alcohol a lot, but that's just because they're too cheap to buy the good shit. I could probably down an entire bottle of Skyy or Grey Goose without a chaser, but give me some Taaka or some shit like that and I'll gag after two shots.
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