i recently went to see tom petty, in concert, with my mother...
this is the footage i was able to capture...until i got in trouble.
here's the setlist from that night:
also, noteworthy from the evening was the fight that broke out a section over from me.
apparently guy A didn't appreciate guy B standing in front of him during this wonderful rock concert, so guy A decided to grab guy B from behind and started beating the shit out of him.
the moral of the story: if someone is standing in front of you at a rock concert, while you are sitting and you can't see...stand up.
because, beating the shit out of the guy isn't going to improve your chances of viewing said concert, as it is difficult to see anything from the parking lot.
also, if you are healthy enough to beat someone up...you're probably strong enough to stand for a couple hours...so suck it up.
hope you enjoyed listening to your tom petty cd on the way home, idiot.
i like being the asshole, who parks like an asshole, next to the asshole, who originally parked like an asshole.
the goal: to make them feel like assholes for parking like an asshole.
the contingency: if they're simply idiots, and don't realize they're parking like an asshole, at least i've pissed them off by parking next to them, like an asshole.
with the nba draft just days away, let's check in with my boy john wall to see how he's getting prepared to be chosen first overall...
don't forget about the kid demarcus cousins either. he's goin top 5 for sure.
the game of polo.
riding horses and smacking a ball around with a long mallet.
a devil of a good time, don't you think?!
how about bicycle polo?
ps. fixed gear bikes scare the fuck out of me. i feel like i'd probably die while riding one. but they're still pretty neat.
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remember a while back i posted something about the mc10:35?
you ain't seen nothin yet!
fat people rejoice!
i give you...
it appears to be a mcchicken stuffed in between a double cheeseburger...
a match made in heaven, don'tcha think?
buyer beware: this burger is extremely high in calories, so be sure to only pair it with a diet coke.
what is it about new shoes that makes you wanna go out and party?
it's like something happens chemically in your brain that won't let you not party in your new shoes immediately after you've purchased them.
which is fine...but...
why is it that you always decide to go to the club, even though you know it's going to be packed and bananas and have them stepped on and probably get cranberry juice-ified? or you go to that sweet house party where you know they're going to be safe and stay clean, but for some reason everyone's outside chillin in a mud puddle and there's nothing you can do about it?
which reminds me...what's the deal with clubs not letting people in with white shoes? this dress code has been in full effect for so many years now, and i still don't understand.
do my white shoes make me some sort of hoodlum?
what if i own the same shoes in black and white? will you allow me entrance only when i wear the black pair?
i get the track pants, jerseys, etc...that shit's obvious. you look like an idiot, no question.
but what is it about white shoes that makes entrance impossible?
i'll give anyone a dollar who can explain it, and have me buy into their explanation, cuz that shit is ridiculous.
i just bought a pair of these beauties at boatshoes.com.
they came in the mail the other day.
sooo...does anyone wanna party?
how's everybody feeling today?
so, i was recently "youtubing", and through my lurking around, i came across, what appears to be the trailer for the new mortal kombat movie.
very impressed, i must say...although i don't know how i feel about it not really following the actual story...
in any case, i'm more than likely going to go see it...and i'm more than likely going to enjoy it more than mortal kombat: annihilation.
ps. anyone who has seen that movie and liked it...is an idiot. and for those who haven't...don't.
to be honest, after watching the trailer and being reminded of said sequel, i decided to watch it again - because i couldn't remember why it was so shitty.
i was quickly reminded.
to the point of embarrassment.
but whatever...nothing's worse than kazaam!
go play in traffic, idiot.
what's with this half-tuck, 'hey look at me, i'm wearing a belt' phenomenon that's been lingering for the past handful of years? like....how is it still around?
first of all, you're an idiot.
second of all, you look like an idiot.
third of all, you paid $20 bucks for that piece of shit belt buckle at that shitty kiosk in the mall...quit being so proud of it.
even if you paid $200 for your blingy dolce and gabbana belt, you still look like an idiot...
there's no denying the fact, really.
so, are people continually complimenting you on your fashion sense? making you think that said fashion statement is 'cool'?
because i feel like these people should join you in a game of stickball in a busy intersection during rush hour.
take my advice: your ridiculous triple XL t-shirt/shitty sparkly ed hardy t-shirt/loserish hollister polo looks retarded half tucked into your oversized roca wear jeans/true religion boot cut jeans/khaki cargo shorts.
quit being an idiot. untuck that shit.