I'd go, but none of you greasy Europeans can sleep on my couch.

Oh. Ok. Well in normal conversation dag, how exactly would you refer to me as a spook?
What kind of spook exactly am I to you?
How many ways can that be interpreted?
Ghost? Spy? Nigger?
You think he had no idea what it meant?
"Beat it, spook, this don't concern you."
What did that mean:
Beat it spy?
Beat it ghost?
Beat it nigger?
You don't want to look at that and say to yourself, wtf? What else could that possibly have meant.
He, like yourself probably had no idea what my race was so these are just randomly chosen words? I guess that means I can call anyone here a spook, or a porch monkey, or a nigger .. because hey, I don't know what race they are. I can say you are a greasy fucking wop. Or a selfish jew. Or a filthy spic. I don't know what race you are right? Or is filthy selfish greasy the problem and just spic nigger wop porch monkey spook is ok?

In reply to this comment by dag:
No, because I have no knowledge that he meant it as a racial slur. "Spook" has many different meanings - and he, like myself probably has no idea what race you are- so probably did not mean it in the definition you are assuming.

In reply to this comment by burdturgler:
Redact his comment. Send him a warning about his racist comment and return the video. That's what I'm asking for.

In reply to this comment by dag:
Hmmm, maybe I've been out of the US for too long, but I'm only vaguely aware of the term "spook" used as a racial insult. I think I might have heard it on an old M*A*S*H episode. Does QM know your race? I don't/didn't - though I'm guessing now that you are african american. What would you like me to do BT? Ban QM for using the word "spook"? If that's what your asking, please don't beat around the bush.

In reply to this comment by burdturgler:
Are you serious?
Did you try "spook" in google? Are you saying you don't know what it means or he doesn't know what it means?
Do you think he actually meant to call me a spy or a ghost?
Do you think there's even a remote possibility he meant one of those things?
You have to be kidding dag, what do you have to do at VS now .. say "FUCK YOU NIGGER" .. ?
Spook doesn't cut it huh? I guess porch monkey is ok? Maybe he meant I like to swing around and eat bananas on my porch?
Spear chucker? Well I guess I should probably clarify that too.
Honestly man, I can understand not wanting to deal with this bullshit, but it's not like I asked for it either.
Are black people not welcome here?


In reply to this comment by dag:
You should probably clarify what QM meant by that comment. At first glance, I doubt it was meant as a racial epithet. No one knows your race on the internet.

In reply to this comment by burdturgler:
No.
I'm not a ghost either.

In reply to this comment by dag:
Depends. Are you a CIA agent?

In reply to this comment by burdturgler:
Congrats on VS4 and thanks again for the T-Shirt.
Sorry to spoil the party but, are people allowed to just flat out call me a "spook" here now?
Just checking.

This just in, "No goddamn hugging aloud in Phoenix and Oregon, detention and greasy lunches for all found in violation of administrative mandate! Forbidden as well, any public display of aggressive salutations or *unacceptable gestures." *see school handbook for diagrams of gestures

BEEhold! You made a BEE-line to the gold 100.

Okay, okay, I'll stay away from the bee puns. Major congrats, and here's a big, greasy bucket of A$$ GR@V33 for you to sprinkle on your garden.

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

^I just have stubble at the moment. Someday I will have a healthy one again. I don't care what you fools say - long greasy hair and a full beard is a good look for a middle-aged man. Works for Manson.

I saw him live. He is even more funny & attractive in person. I want his sweaty greasy old Texan ass. Yes. I said it.

>> ^CaptainPlanet:
nice teeth brit face. i have a question... Go, to a dentist.



Luckily my intelligence impaired friend, being British, he will go to the Dentist, and being British, he won't be put off by having to climb any stairs along the way, nor worry if his dentist doesn't do home visits or have a "Drive Thru" dental surgery: You see, us British people (indeed everyone who's not American - I know the thought of someone not being American is hard to understand but bear with me:) We have these things called legs, they allow us W A L K - I know it's a strange and largely, alien concept most American's can't understand but underneath that wide expanse of your waistline are two appendages that allow you travel places without the need for a car.

I'm sure you can stretch your greasy, chubby fingers to the other side of your sofa, past the bags of empty potato chips and pizza boxes to find the TV remote when you can flick through one of your 1000+ channels and find some information about it.


apologies to an Americans with an IQ past double digits

Growing up in a radio Station, (my mom has worked in the same station my entire life), I have just always been around rock and roll. I remember meeting everyone that came through town, even Wolfman Jack on several occasions. There were so many, and I was young, I don’t even remember names…. You just don’t care at that age when you are around it all the time.

I used to get all the demo records to bring home. I remember at one of my birthday parties (10th?) I gave out 45s as party favors. (Five to each guest.)

My mom had a collection of 5-600 albums and several hundred original 45s with songs like “Robert Mitchum-
Ballad OF Thunder Road (1958), Janie Grant-Greasy Kids Stuff (1962) 45’s by Jan & Dean, Beach Boys, Buddy Holly, Big Bopper, Little Richard, Richie Vallens, Elvis and that era. I remember putting on CCR albums as young as 6 or 7 years old.

My personal first 45s were Kiss-Beth, Jerry Doucette-Mama Let him play, Eagles-Liyin’ Eyes. My first Albums were Kiss, Rock and Roll Over and Bay City Rollers.

Into grade eight, my favorites became stuff like, Billy Idol, Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Kiss, ACDC, the Ramones, The Cramps, The Moody Blues, Meatloaf, Styx and so much more. At one point I amassed over 1000 albums…

I thinned my selection down after getting married thinning down to around 50-100 albums and cassettes and have regretted it ever since. Music has been such a large part of my and there is a story to go with every song I ever remembered.

My first Rock Concert was Red Rider, opening for them was (Don’t laugh) Honeymoon Suite !!!

Long live the Music!

I'm glad to hear the smog condition has improved. I still remember how god awful it was one particular morning. It even left a sort of greasy film on the cars.

lets see..
so spring 2001 i must be 18...
my 2 best lady friends and i are leaving some function in downtown fort worth.. 2 am...
we get side swiped by this ass in a broken hyundai that promptly speeds off that
leaves us with a disabled vehicle on the northside (ooo thats the scary side where all the brown people live) of downtown at 2 am. police are called.
we sit on the curb to wait.

a hideous 1981 lincoln pulls up beside us, it was previously driving the wrong way down a one way street for quite some time.

road wolf steps out. unlaced combat boots, one sock, shredded shorty short cut off jeans, worn, greasy, smell molly hatchet shirt. coarse gray beard, dirty face, insane head of long gray hair. about 5'8" semi-girthy...

he is come to save the day. he cant leave 3 lovely young ladies alone on a dangerous street corner in the middle of the night. he will wait with us until the police arrive.

being the outgoing chatty one of the 3 who thinks everyone is great and should be welcomed warmly into my life without an ounce of foresight or thought. i procede to engage in fascinating conversation with road wolf, while my lady friends see exactly so clearly what will happen next. as they are blessed with foresight and haven taken an accurate account of my personal history.

i learn that road wolf lives in his car with 3 delightfully smelly stray dogs, 5 pots, 2 pans, 10 cans of beans, 4 changes of clothes, 2 canteens, 1 case of dog food, 1 can opener, 1 mug, 1 spoon, 1 fork, 3 blankets, and a quart of oil.

road wolf learns that i live in an old house by the university with some friends and work at a coffee shop near by.

he has apparently just been released from a mexican prison for killing a federali. he left behind his beautiful latin love. his heart is broken. but he is pissed the fuck off at some albanian coke dealers. they have done something terrible. they took off to san antonio and set up their headquarters there. FUCK THOSE ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS. he is waiting for some guns to arrive from his cuban friends, then he is taking off to san antonio to KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS.

instead of sounding paranoid and bizzarre to me, it sounds LIKE A GRAND ADVENTURE TO HAVE. road wolf wants to take me with him i say FUCK YEAH ROAD WOLF LETS KILL THOSE FUCKING ALBANIANS. i learn that he also hates the fuck out of castro and in his youth was hired by the mexican government to assisinate him. he failed. was humilatiated. and has vowed revenge. WHY THE FUCK NOT HOP ON A TRAIN TO SAN ANTONIO, SHOOT SOME FUCKING ALBANIAN COKE DEALERS IN THE FUCKING FACE THEN TAKE OFF TO CUBA AND ATTEMPT TO ASSISINATE CASTRO??!?!!? WHY THE FUCK NOT?!??! 18 year old bea thinks this an extremely amusing adorable conversation. and sooo excited to have made a fascinating new friend. with an irrestible combination of love and rage. perception and madness.

my friends settle up business with the cops, and drag me away from road wolf relunctantly. but not before he hugs me tight and kisses me passionately.

when we get home my friends have to inform me that road wolf is insane and our idea to run away together is fucking insane. and will never happen. he is a paranoid old bum and i am to forget that ever happened. he will not remember once his crack high wears off. ... ok.....

2 days later road wolf shows up at the coffee shop i work at with a trunk full of guns. apparently his shorts are even shorter this time and his shirt has been cut off at the waist. he informs the kids working the shop that he is here to see me "shes not working today" ..."ohh.. well i got all dressed up and combed my hair for her, were going to san antonio, ill just wait here" so the crazy crackhead bum spends several hours in the upscale yuppie coffee house offending people. and i get angry phone calls from my friends at the shop.

road wolf continues to show up at the coffee house either while im not working or have been forced to hide in the back room by friends who have more sense than i.

this goes on for about 2 weeks until road wolf shows up the shop i get a call at home (btw my home at this point is also where all the baby crusty train hopping punk kids hang out and sleep), so back to the phone call, work dude calls me "whos over there right now?" "ahren, josh, grayson,etc" "does ahren have his shank on him?" (ahren=boyfriendishlikebutnotreeeeaalllydude at the time) "sure..." " get them down here right the fuck and now have them take out road wolf once and for all"

jesus fuck, so me and the boys load into the car and drive to coffee shop upon arrival we see 2 police cars surrounding a naked road wolf.

he had apparently decided it was a grand idea to strip naked and smoke crack on the patio of the coffee shop.

road wolf was hauled off to jail and i never saw him again...

and noone had to get bum shanked in an epic hobo battle for my love.
xoxo
bea

wow there is a lot to fucking read about this guy. it is god damn greasy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-TP2wCucZo

like, i totally get this video now. fuck it maybe i can sift that one.

Finally got the bike out today. I didn't mothball it or anything. I just got off it and took out the key. Was out there all winter in a snowbank. I put the key in it hit the starter and it lit in three cranks. All the mice ran out of it and I was off. Tires are shot, shocks are bad, break pads are thin, clutch is greasy, but other than that, good to go!

Nice,I am sure Dimmu Borgir are very proud of Ronald and they love big macs as well they are so Black Metal and with some greasy fries of course what a great companion. *mcmetal Channel

If there is a God, He has a very dark sense of humor. Because there's no logical reason greasy french fries have to be that bad for you while broccoli is so healthy.

What I dislike most about him is how he WANTS to be funny and wears that greasy grin so everyone can see how "amusing" these toys are to him, while inside he is seriously thinking "how could they produce this?? it's so obscene! oh my gosh, my high ethical standards are getting hurt".

Sure these toys are weird and propose sexual annotations to the right mind. But gee dude, it's just a toy! Noone's getting hurt and yea, the kids will survive it, probably without even recognizing any "dirty" subtext at all.

Get a grip, fucker