The Simpsons Uncle Mo's
Make sure to look at Homer's face when Mo says "just pull them stools up to the pool table." And whats the name of that guy on the right of Carl who's only existence is to be sullenly drunk?
Make sure to look at Homer's face when Mo says "just pull them stools up to the pool table." And whats the name of that guy on the right of Carl who's only existence is to be sullenly drunk?
Posted by Anonymous at 12:47 PM 0 comments
Yeah son, its that time again, see one of the best bands at one of the best venues in NYC.
Saturday at 9:00pm
132 APT #2
West 3rd st.
New York, NY
Map
BCDEFV to W. 4th
NRW to 8th St.
1,2 to Houston
ACE to Spring St.
Oh and just for fun...
"Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheilas
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her heart's been broken just like you have"
Posted by Anonymous at 12:47 PM 0 comments
this might have to be a continuing post/reminder.
Posted by Anonymous at 1:05 PM 0 comments
Sort of speaks for itself, but you know sammy comes through like he should.
Posted by Anonymous at 9:19 PM 0 comments
no novel quotes, just garage classics. in rotation around the apt, probably break 'em out tonight at royal oak.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=SaxrkEc2eQ0
http://youtube.com/watch?v=tLnoACuzrtM
http://youtube.com/watch?v=noDKlarxjfY - probably posted before and you know what? i'll probably post it again too.
Posted by Will at 8:26 AM 0 comments
"It was as if quite suddenly after all the promiscuous years I had grown up. My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love." (46)
"...the moment of absolute trust and absolute pleasure, the moment when it was impossible to quarrel because it was impossible to think." (55)
"It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved, when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love." (70)
"I'm tired and I don't want anymore pain...I want ordinary corrupt human love." (99)
"...she had fallen asleep against my shoulder...the slowly growing pain in my upper arm where her weight lay was the greatest pleasure I had ever known." (105)
"It was as though by 'dying' she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs." (113)
"For a month or two this year a ghost had pained me with hope...I would die a little more every day, but how I longed to retain it. As long as one suffers one lives." (113)
"I imagined I could smell her scent. I wanted things I should never have again – there was no substitute." (114)
"...but when I tried to remember her voice saying 'don't worry,' I found I had no memory for sounds. I couldn't imitate her voice. I couldn't even caricature it: when I tried to remember it, it was anonymous – just a woman's voice. The process of forgetting her had set in." (119)
"Grief and disappointment are like hate: they make men ugly with self-pity and bitterness. And how selfish they make us too" (129)
Posted by Anonymous at 11:49 AM 20 comments
I thought I'd share this with a small portion of the world: a comment left on the youtube video for "In The Still Of The Night" by The Five Satins -
"i remember this song, driving from boston to LA, in a rambler station wagon, 9 people in the car, 15 yrs old, had the hots for my cousin!"
Posted by Anonymous at 7:46 PM 0 comments