The day I eat an egg and tofu scramble is the day I get ready to leave Amsterdam probably; maybe that means tomorrow, but who knows, we're cheesing.
It might be harsh to say that I don't really care if the Eagles win their playoff contest against the Minnesota Vikings, but it's true.
Here's a question; if I take my brain and draw a map of the globe on it, does it mean anything?
Why hold on to the vestiges of youth that serve no purpose; why you can stop listening to Sublime so fucking much all y'all.
Dogs love Cheese:
Goat's Head Soup
The Rolling Stones have made a lot of music. You can't possibly be expected to keep track of all of it without risking some sort of mental breakdown. Cheese works as an antidote to the formulaic 1970's cluster fuck of a record. Is "Angie" a highlight in the mind of anyone besides my host brother from Argentina, who endeavored to start an evanesence cover band in his own room. Ayo!
Minor complaint:
Rza caused a minor fury among people I talk to, amid interviews I read of his in a couple of magazines where he went super in depth analyzing the Beatle's track, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps", in particular referring to the importance in it's simplicity, it's 5 chord structure (?). Raekwon was paraphrased in some media outlets as referring to RZA as 'out of control' or a 'hip-hop hippie', something so impossibly corny that it shakes the very foundation of fandom that hinges my somewhat meager existence. So, why no love for Jimmy Ponder's rendition of the Harrison penned gem off of the Self-Titled, monochromatic, "White" album.
Ultimate slacker event?
Eagles win; holy guacamole.
Music for Money!
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