the ilm-mtv throwdown: it is so on

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Remember the Arcade Fire? Buncha Canadians ... liked John Kennedy Toole, one of 'em poo'ed clouds or something like that.

How about Bloc Party? Not the Dave Chappelle flick — the British band. Had a drummer with a collapsible lung, opened for Panic! at the Disco Disco a while back (then bailed after a couple of gigs, reportedly due to that collapsible lung). They ruled!

This is not some conversation lifted from the snobby ILX message board in the year 2014 (provided both ILX and message boards still exist in 2014 — maybe by then we'll all be sharing our longwinded diatribes about the Boredoms via mental telepathy).

source

― maura, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:04 (2 years ago) Permalink

judging by the quality of the writing it's a conversation lifted from the snobby ILX message board in the year 2007

― strongohulkington, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:05 (2 years ago) Permalink

MTV blogger dislikes hype, long words

― Noodle Vague, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:06 (2 years ago) Permalink

hahaha

― gman, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:10 (2 years ago) Permalink

and yet, all those bands suck

― lfam, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:10 (2 years ago) Permalink

This Sunday I played capture the flag with some bearded dudes. I was not in Williamsburg.

― call all destroyer, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:13 (2 years ago) Permalink

Yeah so this all seems predicated on a deep DEEP misunderstanding of what the "expectations" are for an indie band that gets lots of hype: as if playing SNL, debuting at #2, and then dropping quickly is some kind of bad turnout for a record on MERGE? As if indie hype bloggers are predicting pop-culture takeover, as opposed to "will probably outsell Cat Power?" (As if Arctic Monkeys and Bloc Party aren't, like, from England, and doing more or less well for themselves over there?) I can't imagine even the most gushing blogger expecting much more success for these bands than what they've gotten.

― nabisco, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:14 (2 years ago) Permalink

whoa wierd:

"I'm really, really into the Plastic Constellations"

http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?p=3856846

otherwise there's nothing roffleworthy or even remarkable in there, but in the interests of science

― gff, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:15 (2 years ago) Permalink

"Humans lack the adaptive mechanisms mentioned and can not deep-sea dive with the same great ease or performance seen in marine animals. One of the many mechanisms that humans lack is the spontaneous collapsible lung seen in marine animals. Humans have a lung with a rib cage and diaphragm that moves in rhythm to breathing. "

― Roberto Spiralli, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:16 (2 years ago) Permalink

i wonder who should feel more embarrassed here.

― blueski, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:17 (2 years ago) Permalink

I mean, I know poppy indie-rock is starting to sell well these days, but judging blog-hype accuracy by Billboard performance is like judging a tip on a horse in the 4:15 by how many years straight that horse wins the Tour de France.

― nabisco, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:18 (2 years ago) Permalink

In 2014 ILM will consist only of what is a goodf band name for these dudes, the most retarded-looking member of the barenaked ladies, and geir.

― ghost rider, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:24 (2 years ago) Permalink

Cool that Petridis has got a gig writing over in America now, though. THE BRITISH ARE COMING.

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:27 (2 years ago) Permalink

This is not some conversation lifted from the snobby ILX message board in the year 2014

I love how lots of people on the Net sees ILM as exactly what ILM doesn't want to be. :)

― Geir Hongro, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:28 (2 years ago) Permalink

35% snobbery
65% decay

― blueski, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:30 (2 years ago) Permalink

http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?p=3856846

I'm really, really into the Plastic Constellations, and think Crusades is one of the best records of the year because it's so rough and determined (and because they sing about dragons). The new Elected record is really good, and so is the Yeah Yeah Yeah's Show Your Bones. Um, I like the Girl Talk record too, and the Islands album. I just heard this record by this band called Candy Bars, and I was pretty blown away. Metal Hearts. Ghostface. The new mewithoutYou album is amazing. And Mastodon's Blood Mountain is the best thing you'll hear all year.

My favorite band of all time is probably Pavement. Or Modest Mouse. I really have a soft spot in my heart for Matt-Sharp era Weezer, and I'll listen to anything Radiohead does. Q and Not U were pretty great. Beck. I think Sufjan Stevens is amazing. And I'm sort of embarrassed to admit it, but I really missed the boat on Neutral Milk Hotel, and have only my fiancée Sasha to thank for getting me into them.

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:30 (2 years ago) Permalink

'Expectations' from Arctic Monkeys album #2 = if it isn't the fastest selling sophomore album in British history it will be considered a damp squid.

Well, those are media expectations anyway. Other expectations include 'it will suck'.

That article is saying so little of actual substance I suspect the writer mentioned ILX just to get some attention.

― Matt DC, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:31 (2 years ago) Permalink

from ILXors

― blueski, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:32 (2 years ago) Permalink

Srsly, is there an article out there that mentions ILX beyond a "oh look, this exists" that doesn't suck?

― HI DERE, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:32 (2 years ago) Permalink

Oh, wait, this was the dude that everyone took the piss out of on the PnJ/JP thread for having the worst "personal essay" ever:

http://idolator.com/?op=jp_showpoll&user_id=43514

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:32 (2 years ago) Permalink

Eh, the dark side of the "democracy" of internet music discussion is that anyone who knows how to spell will eventually get called a pretentious snob by someone who doesn't,* so a message board getting called "snobby" is not particularly problematic. Also, ILM actually is snobby.

(I believe Strongo just recently got called out as a hifalutin impenetrable writer for using arcane 50-cent words like "ecstatic," which is kind of the point at which you give up and wish these kids luck on their SATs.)

― nabisco, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:34 (2 years ago) Permalink

what? link?

― lfam, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:35 (2 years ago) Permalink

P.S. Okay I get this guy's angle now and it's INSANE! See he likes real indie rock, amirite, like the Hold Steady and stuff, and thus doesn't like popular mainstreamed indie rock, like the Arcade Fire and British acts. So he bags on them for ... wait for it ... not being as hugely popular as they could be! DURRRRR

― nabisco, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:37 (2 years ago) Permalink

orf with his head

― blueski, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:38 (2 years ago) Permalink

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:40 (2 years ago) Permalink

All the tension in the world today
All the little girls fillin up the world today
With the good comes the bad the bad comes the good
But im gonna live a life like I should ( like I should)
Now all the critics wanna hit it
To shit-can how we did it
just Because they donâ€™t get it
But Iâ€™ll stay fitted
new era I committed
Now this red cap
Gets a wrap from his critics

Do we always gotta cry? (gotta cry)
Do we always gotta live inside a lie (inside a lie)
Life's just a blast
When it's Movin really fast
Better stay on top of life
or life will kick you in the ass

Follow me into a solo
Remember that, kid
So what you wanna do?
and where you gonna run
When your starin down the cable
of a mic pointed at your grill like a gun
Limp Bizkit is rockin the set
Its like Russian Roulette
When your placin' your bet
So donâ€™t be upset
when you're broke
And you're done
Cuz im gonna be the one
'till I jet

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all that the world has even seen lately
now I know why you wanna hate me (x4)

Does anybody really know the secret
Or the combination for this life and where to keep it
Its kinda sad when you donâ€™t know the meaning
But everything happens for a reason (for a reason)
I donâ€™t even know what I should say
Cuz im an idiot, a loser, microphone abuser
I analyze every second I exist
Beating on my mind every second with my fish

Everybody wanna run (wanna run)
Everybody wanna hide from the gun (hide from the gun)
You can take this rap through this life if you want
But you can't take the edge off the knife (no sir)
And now you want your money back (money back)
But your denied cuz your brains fried from the sack
And there aint nothing I can do
Cuz life is a lesson you learn it when your through

I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
I know why you wanna hate me
Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately(x4)

(Now I know why..) x4

Now I know why you wanna hate me (x2)
Cuz hate is all the world has even seen lately(x2)

― That one guy that quit, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:44 (2 years ago) Permalink

Yeah nabisco, my issue isn't the "ILM is snobby" part, it's the incredible horseshit that follows it. On one level, I'm kind of like "I don't want people this stupid to mention things I am a part of," but on another I'm all, "Hopefully if more idiots bag on ILM, the vast pool of untapped intelligent contributors everyone's always lamenting will start showing up in droves."

(hahahaha it is very transparently obvious that I don't have a problem with being called snobby)

― HI DERE, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:55 (2 years ago) Permalink

"mental telepathy" = "carnal physicality"

― Erroneous Botch, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:34 (2 years ago) Permalink

the rest of that article was shit

― Catsupppppppppppppp dude ‫茄蕃‪, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:36 (2 years ago) Permalink

I don't think there's necessarily anything wrong w/being "snobby" especially when compared w/someone who's writing style is so boring that it reads liks it was created by some sort of textbot. LOL internet etc.

― Pashmina, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:54 (2 years ago) Permalink

i want dude to self-google this so bad

― gff, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:57 (2 years ago) Permalink

you think he hasn't already?

― pretzel walrus, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 15:59 (2 years ago) Permalink

"<b>the</b> Boredoms"

― Catsupppppppppppppp dude ‫茄蕃‪, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:04 (2 years ago) Permalink

fuck u nu ilx

― Catsupppppppppppppp dude ‫茄蕃‪, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:04 (2 years ago) Permalink

At least the next crop of unsuspecting noobs will be forewarned.

― Noodle Vague, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:05 (2 years ago) Permalink

what he's describing sounds like one of those passantino "lol indie" threads. just in the future.

― acrobat, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:12 (2 years ago) Permalink

This reminds me, I had some Boredoms stuff to bring up.

― sonderangerbot, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:35 (2 years ago) Permalink

In 2014 ILM will consist only of what is a goodf band name for these dudes, the most retarded-looking member of the barenaked ladies, and geir.

Can I sign up for this now?

― PappaWheelie V, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:37 (2 years ago) Permalink

i believe you can sign up for this now right here:

http://www.ilxor.com

― fact checking cuz, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:40 (2 years ago) Permalink

Trend: Some Bands Releasing Second Albums That Either Do Pretty Well Or Not As Well As Expected

― Hurting 2, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:41 (2 years ago) Permalink

trend: alt/indie rock not the most important music of 2007.

― fact checking cuz, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 16:43 (2 years ago) Permalink

This reminds me of those times when I visit my mom's house and they're all wrapped up in network TV stuff like (to use the most recent and perfectly indiciative example) donald trump vs rosie o'donnell. This guy's got some valuable internet real estate and he's wasting peoples time talking about made-up/unrealistic/pedestrian expectations of the indie music biz. (the pedestrian part really bothers me because (a) who the f*ck cares if bloc party sells less than they were expected to or even if they end up breaking up and (b) "band fails to live up to hype" is not something discovered in 2007. Really. We've been here before)

― Billy Pilgrim, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:02 (2 years ago) Permalink

just to clarify, I've got nothing against bloc party or anybody, but the music is there no matter what. And if a bunch of guys decide they don't/can't make music together anymore, well, either they'll make music with someone else or they won't. It's no drama, like Mourinho says.

― Billy Pilgrim, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:04 (2 years ago) Permalink

It's just that the hype machine worked so well that nothing they did could possibly live up to the expectations. Everyone associated in the process was looking for a brilliant follow-up along the lines of Paul's Boutique or The Bends, and what they got was a series of Second Comings: perfectly serviceable — though certainly not world-changing — albums.

when the hell will these douchey rock writers stop referencing something from the same pool of 100 'seminal' fucking albums.

― félix pié, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:20 (2 years ago) Permalink

Other Stories I'm Following This Week

This is exactly the kind of insightful, socially responsible political commentary I'd expect from a guy who spells his first name Deryck: "Sum 41 Kill President In New Song — Deryck Whibley Says It's 'A Metaphor'."

My Chemical Romance bassist ties the knot. Millions of MCR fans "OMG!" and "WTF?" in unison: "My Chemical Romance's Mikey Way Gets Married, Takes Break From Band."

Chris Cornell covers Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" on his new solo album with predictably hilarious and horrifying results: "Chris Cornell Ready To Carry On As Solo Artist: 'I'm Best In My Own World.' "

cap'n takedown going after hard targets

― félix pié, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:22 (2 years ago) Permalink

Much has been made of Craig Finn's boozy tales of redemption and loss, his dedicated detailing of manic Saturday nights and shattered Sunday mornings. And for many, the songs on "Boys and Girls in America" were nothing more than fascinatingly morbid glimpses into the frequently dark, feverishly frightening world of alcohol and drug addiction ... sort of like a Bukowski book put to blaring bar-rock.

But for me--and others like me--those same songs were a whole lot more: cautionary tales of what our lives were becoming (or could've become), a check-list of our own decay ("You don't have a problem until you start to do it alone?" CHECK!) and an all-too-familiar documentation of time spent sweating and swaying in bathroom stalls and on dancefloors. We found ourselves identifying with the wayward kids Finn dreamed up, and that fact makes "Boys and Girls" a whole lot more than just a fist-pumper ... it made it sorta terrifying.

That being said ... Goddamn, all that decay still sounds like a lot of fun. I had more than a few evenings like the ones detailed in "Massive Nights," I KNOW a place just like the Party Pit (I think I got kicked out of there once), and though they all almost killed me (pun intended), i still miss the hell out of all those bad, bad times.

When i listen to "Boys and Girls," I still get the charge running through me ... the Saturday night shivers ... the smell of whiskey and endless sordid possibilities ... the feel of danger and the knowledge that I'm about to do something incredibly bad to my body. And that I could care less.

― félix pié, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:27 (2 years ago) Permalink

people who romanticize their alcoholism vs. teenager who like bloc party

― strongohulkington, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:33 (2 years ago) Permalink

hahahaha wow

― HI DERE, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:36 (2 years ago) Permalink

for a bad, bad man he's got some wack witeboy pussy taste in music

― félix pié, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:41 (2 years ago) Permalink

LC's antics pay the writer's bills.

― Nicole, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:52 (2 years ago) Permalink

Skipping 72 messages at this point... Click here if you want to load them all.

I NOMINATE VIC

― JW, Thursday, 26 April 2007 01:09 (2 years ago) Permalink

mtv still exists?

― tricky, Thursday, 26 April 2007 01:47 (2 years ago) Permalink

My my my my mitchell

― filthy dylan, Thursday, 26 April 2007 02:47 (2 years ago) Permalink

lol:

http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1558494/20070501/white_stripes.jhtml

I generally like the MTV News site (great Idol recaps), but this column is completely useless and it's hilarious that he keeps baiting a message board that's completely irrelevent to most of the people reading his site.

― Alex in Baltimore, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:03 (2 years ago) Permalink

Hip-hop feuds

Main article: Hip-hop rivalries

In modern hip-hop, rappers notoriously engage in verbal warfare with one another, which occasionally spills over into actual violence and sometimes murder. The most high-profile feud in rap was the Tupac - Notorious BIG Feud, which included several shootings and attacks on friends of both icons. It culminated with the highly publicized assassinations of Tupac Shakur in 1996 and The Notorious BIG in 1997. Other notable rap feuds have included:

* Jay-Z & Nas
* 50 Cent & Ja Rule
* Eminem & Benzino
* DMX & Ja Rule
* 50 Cent & The Game
* Insane Clown Posse & Eminem

[edit] Wrestling feuds

Main Article: Feud (professional wrestling) In professional wrestling, a feud is a staged disagreement between two wrestlers or factions.

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:07 (2 years ago) Permalink

Anyway, all that vitriol made me realize that I should've shared something with all of you before I wrote the first installment of BTTS: I frequently have no idea what I'm talking about.

― Ned Raggett, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:07 (2 years ago) Permalink

At last the American Alexis Petridis!

― Groke, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:09 (2 years ago) Permalink

WAY AHEAD OF YOU EWING

Cool that Petridis has got a gig writing over in America now, though. THE BRITISH ARE COMING.

-- Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 14:27 (1 week ago)

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:12 (2 years ago) Permalink

that's really kind of sad. i picture him typing away with a pursed little smile. what a total waste of good soapbox real estate.

― negotiable, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:14 (2 years ago) Permalink

The Boredoms, playing in Williamsberg.

― admrl, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:18 (2 years ago) Permalink

― negotiable, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:22 (2 years ago) Permalink

"For a bad, bad man he's got some wack witeboy p---y taste in music." — ILX member félix pié, Wednesday, 25 April 2007 17:41

If I knew how to work this Web site, I would make that the BTTS tag line ... and not just because it's true

JIU-JITSU

― negotiable, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:25 (2 years ago) Permalink

"Democratic nations must try to find ways to starve the terrorist and the hijacker of the oxygen of publicity on which they depend."

THATCHER OTM

― Dom Passantino, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:28 (2 years ago) Permalink

yeah yeah yeah do not feed the troll, but of course whoever saw that first was gonna link it here.

― Alex in Baltimore, Wednesday, 2 May 2007 18:33 (2 years ago) Permalink

haha this is hilarious, why didn't I see this before

― Matos W.K., Thursday, 3 May 2007 00:48 (2 years ago) Permalink

It makes one wonder if he deliberately made that initial comment in order to see if it generated a thread like this one, so that he could then read the thread, find a post, take it out of context, and feel superior. Hi James!

― Jeff Treppel, Thursday, 3 May 2007 00:59 (2 years ago) Permalink

how do you like your scotch?

uh, by the quart.

― Emily Bjurnhjam, Thursday, 3 May 2007 04:05 (2 years ago) Permalink

5 months pass...

Great thread, would zing again a++++++++++++++

― Dom Passantino, Sunday, 21 October 2007 21:29 (2 years ago) Permalink

the lurker pool for ilx is huuuuuuuuuuuuge

-- strongohulkington, Wednesday, April 25, 2007 8:28 PM (5 months ago)

(really, really huge. Scary huge)

-- stet, Wednesday, April 25, 2007 8:36 PM

this makes me curious

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 21 October 2007 21:38 (2 years ago) Permalink

the /b/-style territoriality here is laff riot central - "dude talks shit about us? CHECK OUT HIS HAIRCUT"

― J0hn D., Sunday, 21 October 2007 21:41 (2 years ago) Permalink

Don't start nuffin, won't be nuffin.

― Noodle Vague, Sunday, 21 October 2007 21:45 (2 years ago) Permalink

I think we know who won that round

― Hurting 2, Sunday, 21 October 2007 21:48 (2 years ago) Permalink

the children

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 21 October 2007 22:14 (2 years ago) Permalink

the consumer

― J0hn D., Sunday, 21 October 2007 22:19 (2 years ago) Permalink

metal

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 21 October 2007 22:23 (2 years ago) Permalink

osama_thumbs_up.jpeg

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 21 October 2007 22:35 (2 years ago) Permalink

i kinda miss /b/

― rockapads, Sunday, 21 October 2007 22:39 (2 years ago) Permalink

What did ILX ever do to him??

― Tracer Hand, Sunday, 21 October 2007 23:07 (2 years ago) Permalink

Before this thread, I mean

― Tracer Hand, Sunday, 21 October 2007 23:08 (2 years ago) Permalink

attention shitty indiepop singer-songwriters: learn to play/write for one instrument before you start playing/writing for twenty

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 21 October 2007 23:17 (2 years ago) Permalink

How big is ILM? Are there any stats on total lurkers at any one time?

― Display Name, Monday, 22 October 2007 01:03 (2 years ago) Permalink

MTV make me want to smoke crack

― The Reverend, Monday, 22 October 2007 01:27 (2 years ago) Permalink

Meh.. just another raving /b/tard.

― trashthumb, Monday, 22 October 2007 01:49 (2 years ago) Permalink

~~MTV~~ ILM make me want to smoke crack

― s1ocki, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:17 (2 years ago) Permalink

~~MTV ILM make~~ me want to smoke crack

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:21 (2 years ago) Permalink

me want to smoke crack

Someone get a grammar dictionary over here. I swear to god could you be any more f*cking retarted than this?

― trashthumb, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:24 (2 years ago) Permalink

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― The Reverend, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:25 (2 years ago) Permalink

this f*cking guy

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:33 (2 years ago) Permalink

we dont need no F*cking badgers - weird al

― trashthumb, Monday, 22 October 2007 03:34 (2 years ago) Permalink

5 months pass...

― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Sunday, 13 April 2008 23:34 (1 year ago) Permalink

^ up-the-arse corner

― Autumn Almanac, Monday, 14 April 2008 04:12 (1 year ago) Permalink

8 months pass...

BIGGER THAN THE SOUND lolz.

just to be thorough, he also inspired this current favorite- MTV writer: Soulja Boy is a performance artist and none of us are in on the joke (seriously)

oh james montgomery, you bring out the best around here. ilm muse of the decade???

also wanted to say i've got nothing but love for mtv in 2008. i'd just rather this dude focus his abilities on, i duno, a pilot for "soulja boy's next bff" than music journalism. you have nothing interesting to say, just entertain me plz

― psychgawsple, Saturday, 20 December 2008 13:14 (1 year ago) Permalink

supposedly that guy was going to or actually did wear a "corporate rock still sells" shirt on MTV at some point recently, so i have nothing bad to say about him now.

― xhuxk the halls (some dude), Saturday, 20 December 2008 20:55 (1 year ago) Permalink

it's been said before, but:

the feel of danger and the knowledge that I'm about to do something incredibly bad to my body

― With a little bit of gold and a Peja (bernard snowy), Monday, 22 December 2008 04:57 (1 year ago) Permalink

4 months pass...

james montgomery does have hilarious hair, though

― "Together we could rape the universe" (omar little), Tuesday, 5 May 2009 23:52 (9 months ago) Permalink

I worked with him for two years. He's a great guy.

― Alex in NYC, Wednesday, 6 May 2009 00:39 (9 months ago) Permalink

me want to smoke crack

Someone get a grammar dictionary over here. I swear to god could you be any more f*cking retarted than this?

― trashthumb, Sunday, October 21, 2007 11:24 PM (1 year ago)

lol hoos sonned

― slow lorax (k3vin k.), Wednesday, 6 May 2009 04:33 (9 months ago) Permalink

yeah, but hilarious hair

― "Together we could rape the universe" (omar little), Wednesday, 6 May 2009 04:54 (9 months ago) Permalink

I'm on a roll w/ not biting jokes right now but damn that was pretty obviously for lolz, trashy. (I saw this like he's actually gonna come back)

― SQUIRREL WITH A PEOPLE FACE (╓abies), Wednesday, 6 May 2009 04:57 (9 months ago) Permalink

SAY*

jeez

― SQUIRREL WITH A PEOPLE FACE (╓abies), Wednesday, 6 May 2009 04:57 (9 months ago) Permalink

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