Sly Bug wrote:
(You should have created this thread in the Crap/Not crap section)

Steve wrote:Quicksand! This is no to make the rank, but is story.

My beautiful girlfriend the Heather Whinna (ex-Silkworm band Produttora) and albiznonini, we go the Mont Saint Michele in the Francia. We are with the friends who are the actual French peoples. They are nice.

The Mont St Michele, she is middle-ages fortress monestary thing (I don't really know, and I am so don't care about it I don't even the Google!). She is on point of rock in the ocean, and she is only accessible at the lowest of the tide (otherwise is island! wtf?).

Between the rock monastery thing (I don't know, remember?) and the mainland is the quicksand marsh. Armand (he is the French) says the many guys they walk out on the quicksand and they don't come back ever! They are for the archeologisti of the future!

So, I am stupid. We know this. I am stupid. I walk out on the quicksand "just a little bit, to see..."

Okay, remember I am stupid.

I go away from the rock place maybe 10 feet, and is just like normal beach. I say to my friends and my girlfriend, "Hey. French people and my girlfriend, these quick sands, she isn't so scary! look! I walk on her like nothing!" and I walk maybe another 10 feets. I turn around and say, "look, she is nothing!"

My girlfriend the Heather, she is kind of freaking out. She is calling me to come back and not walk on the quick sands. Also she calls me stupid.

I stop to argue for to continue my exploring. This is the stupid part. When you (me!) stop the walking on the quick sands, this is when they are the quick. Che baccala! They are quick!

I am (stupid, remember?) now the frozen guy in the quick sands, and my feet are in the sands only due centimeteri. I pull on one foot, and she comes up a little, but when I try to put her out of the sands, the other foot, she goes down! When I try to put out the (now down quattro centimeteri) foot, the first foot, she goes down!

Now I am so scared. My girlfriend, she is calling me to come back. Also, she is calling me the asshole. Then the stupid asshole. She doesn't know now that I am for real stuck in the feet.

I bend down and scoop out some these quick cocksucking sandsfrom the foot, and I get the foot out. Then I try for the other foot. I also sit down to do it. I get them out, but trying to stand back up, che piedi del maiale! My ass is beginning to sink. And also my hands to push me up!

Okay, okay. I am fine. I did no die. But I am to be covered in wet mud.

I get back to the rock, and I am from the Heather Whinna asshole. Big asshole. Stupid asshole you could be dead fuck I am stranded here in Francia with the dead body under mud what do I do for a ride home you asshole. Look at you asshole what the fuck they say don't go the quicksand so you go asshole. How stupid is that I am to tell your friends no, he doesn't come home because the asshole is bury in the mud because they say don't go and he goes. So smart guy engineer guy goes to the quicksand and says, "hey, I made the Nirvana record, I can go the sand and not die I am big stupid asshole." And you no get the points so I get nothing did you even make the will for me to get everything? No? I told you to make the will so I get everything you are even more the asshole now. Asshole.

So this is the story.

Adam CR wrote:I remember playing with them many years ago and being hugely impressed by the ridiculous height that the drummer set his cymbals at. If I remember correctly, he pretty much had to take a vertical lung in order to hit a crash.