Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:Just Worse: Catching your parents fucking while they listen to and sing along with The Eagles' "Peaceful Easy Feeling"
Chris G wrote:JW: Being brutally sodomized by large, hairy Turkish prison guards in an unbearibly hot sauna, while watching yr parents fuck to the Eagles "Peaceful Easy Feeling," which is playing at concert volume on a cheap boom box.
Wtf? Is like tribute of sort! Salut, Chris G. of cat gun photograph!
Oh, I know my obscure Kenny references, Bradley R.W., you of the imaginary radioisotope. Only I forgot the "singing along" part, sorry.
I figured since the dealer of that particular Kenny ripped off the "Peaceful Easy Feeling" ref, I could only go him one better.
By the way, I hereby declare that the name of my next band shall be
Peaceful Easy Feeling. The kick drum head will have a full-color photo of someone's parents fucking on it. Not just fucking, but
fucking to the Eagles. The photo will of course shimmer and wobble with every kick drum thwap.
We will not play the Eagles.
We will also not explain the band name or the kick-drum head.
Now, onto the biz at hand:
toomanyhelicopters wrote:kensington simca:
being overcharged for a cab ride, but you're so hammered, you don't know the difference. you tip him well, on top of it.
JB: Remembering through the haze of Woodford Reserve that you are in D.C., and that you are in a zoned cab, and that you have made this drunken trek no less than 87 times, and therefore knowing exactly how much it costs and catching yourself overpaying
but not before snatching the cash back, yelling at the dickhead cabbie for being a thieving bastard, and tipping him huge anyway, because nine times out of 10, when he picks up white folks around my watering holes, they are doubtless horrible dickheads who treat him like shit, and what the hell, why not bank some good kharma?
JW:Being in NYC, getting overcharged, overtipping, and then realizing that for the third goddamned time in as many months that your piece of shit cell phone has slid out of yr coat pocket onto the cab's backseat floorboard, where some junkie at St. Mark's Place will find it and immediately make a bunch of huge and expensive overseas phone calls.
Now that you've got me good and pissed off, Ken the fuck out of this:
Finding yourself in an unexpected but highly welcome threesome with two hot women co-workers but being unable to acheive orgasm because one of the co-workers has a huge-ass Great Dane that is now in the bedroom repeatedly trying to snuffle his way clean up everyone's asscrack.