rachael wrote:

itchy mcgoo wrote:

benadrian wrote:My right hand it, I believe, wrapped around a glass of Johnnie Walker Black, straight. GFY, Bitches.

"Johnnie Walker Black". Huh. Hadn't heard that euphamism before.


Rachael! So pretty!

Truth be told we all some fine lookin' women folk round this EA.

That's the troof right there. The PRF is swimming in pretty.

It's too bad the men can't hold up their end of the deal. We look like the dinner theater casts of West Side Story and Hair got in a rumble and were then collectively run over by a truck.

burun wrote:

Mandroid2.0 wrote:Please tell me that--somewhere--a history course syllabus exists which lists at least one class period as the "Hannibal Lecture."

I am positive that any military history class prof with any sense of humor has a lecture titled that.

"You know what you look like to me, with your good phalanx and your cheap hoplite? You look like an Etruscan, a well-scrubbed, hustling Etruscan. What was your father, dear? Was he a pleb? Did he stink of the Circus?"


Okay, maybe I really have seen that movie once too many times.

cesb wrote:I swear to to god, my mouse was just sitting in that position when I wheeled down to this post.

Ha! I have a cartoon glove hand, awesome!

tallchris wrote:

My arm is in the air.

Ice.

Is James singing on his cell phone whilst crooning?

Goes to show that pimping is most definitely not easy.

Pure L wrote:

Is James singing on his cell phone whilst crooning?

Goes to show that pimping is most definitely not easy.

Both him and I have our cell phones out. This was during the last Horsewhip show in November, and our friend (and my former bandmate) Meghan was in St. Louis and missed the show. So we both called her at the end during "Variations On A Broken Nose". I think my call just went to voicemail.

EDIT: Fixed the quote function.

tallchris wrote:

Pure L wrote:

Ice.

Is James singing on his cell phone whilst crooning?

Goes to show that pimping is most definitely not easy.

tall-ass Chris wrote:Both him and I have our cell phones out. This was during the last Horsewhip show in November, and our friend (and my former bandmate) Meghan was in St. Louis and missed the show. So we both called her at the end during "Variations On A Broken Nose". I think my call just went to voicemail.

Aha. I see yours now.

I was telling James the other night that he has managed to claim yet 2 of the best band names in history.

'Variations on a Broken Nose' could be one of the best song titles now too.
Michael Jackson's 'P.Y.T.' beats it by a hair though. Just a hair.

Is it me, or is the quote function doing something weird? I had to fix that shit manually.

Me in February on a Friday night at Mad Planet in Thrillwaukee:



I've gotten my hair cut since then, and now the sides of my head seem to be sprouting the gray that's been in my sideburns for the past seven years. I'm starting to look like an indie-rock Reed Richards.

Your resemblance to Harold Ramis is astonishing.

I'd bet the farm that's not the first time you've heard that.

I used to drink beer out of the side of my mouth as well, until too many people mentioned it, and some actually started doing it as well. Now that I'm aware of it, I don't do it anymore.

rocker654 wrote:Your resemblance to Harold Ramis is astonishing.

I'd bet the farm that's not the first time you've heard that.

A girl i peripherally know mentioned it to me last summer, and it was actually the first time i had heard it. Hence my current avatar.

I used to drink beer out of the side of my mouth as well, until too many people mentioned it, and some actually started doing it as well. Now that I'm aware of it, I don't do it anymore.

On the nights (like that one) when i unconsciously start doing it that way to look cool or something, i inevitably stop about 15 minutes later after i manage to spill down the front of my shirt.

And every time, my inner monologue makes the same dumb Airplane "drinking problem" joke, and i either keep it to myself or say it aloud depending on how many i've had.

DrAwkward wrote:Me in February on a Friday night at Mad Planet in Thrillwaukee:

I've gotten my hair cut since then, and now the sides of my head seem to be sprouting the gray that's been in my sideburns for the past seven years. I'm starting to look like an indie-rock Reed Richards.

God, this is begging to be a "what's hot in Chicago" picture.