Because eventually it'll cool off here, but SoCal will still be SoCal.

(breaking your gonads here -- just some good ol' fashioned NorCal/SoCal shit-talkin'.)

(SoCal still sucks, 'tho)

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
That's what you think
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday morning and it's back to a life of sin

Old brother Brown
All week he steals
Tells everyone
His big business deals
The deacon walks by
A dollar hits the plate
Tryin' to buy himself a ticket to the pearly gates

Old sister Rose
On the very first row
Been a-sittin' right there
Twenty years or so
Never hears a word
When the preacher speaks
Too busy talkin' bout the bad girl down the street

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday mornin' and it's back to a life of sin
This little song holds good advice
Though some people may
Think it ain't too nice
Well, if you're one
Who's wearing the shoes
Well, there's somebody watchin' and he ain't nobody's fool

Saturday Satan, Sunday saint
Foolin' your neighbors
Readin' the good book
Singin' the hymns
Come Monday mornin' and it's back to a life of sin
Come Monday mornin' and it's back to a life of sin

I love the transition from “what you talkin’ ‘bout Willis?” to “I am vengence... I am the night”

"Someone" is a Deadhead! [and I ain't talkin' a boring or unenterprising person in this instance]

I don't get why the fuck you would do this in the first place? Those dudes were pulling hella hard. *I* wanted to punch them in the face for that douchebaggery.

What the fuck dudes? What is wrong with you? This is how you get noticed? Just ask her out. Christ. Are we in fucking middle school here? This is why so many dudes are afraid to approach women. We've programmed them to be automatically full-defensive mode. I'm talkin deflector shields, weapons locked, targeting systems at the ready. Guys, seriously. Stop being dicks.

Talkin bout, dang ol, nobody?
He's a Texas Ranger.
Points kept.

Talkin bout....
Dang ol....
Merica.

{insert brilliant segue back to video topic here}

Right now, I have two fondest Obama Administration memories that I think will stick with me in the future:

1) His original 2008 campaign and election. "Hope" and "Change" really resonated with me, and made him the first national political candidate that I got sort of actually enthusiastic about.

I am less enthusiastic about what he actually got *done*, but to be fair a lot of the blame for that goes to worthless obstructionist Congress. But not all. Still, Obama was (and remains) a smooth talkin' statesman that knew how to pitch "hope" and "change" in a way that made me believe he could deliver. Maybe I was just young and naive, but that had power.


2) "A few weeks ago, Dick Cheney says he thinks I’m the worst president of his lifetime. Which is interesting because I think Dick Cheney is the worst president of my lifetime."

C'mon, that right there is hi-larious!

They said it wasn't a gateway drug
My homie was takin' subs and he ain't wake up
The whole while, these billionaires, they kicked up
Paying out congress so we take their drugs
Murderers who will never face the judge
And we dancin' to a song about our face goin' numb
But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
I could've been gone, off 30's, faded in that tub
That's Prince, Michael and Whitney, that's Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That's Yams, that's DJ A.M
God damn they're making a killing
Now it's getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
But this shit's been going on from Seattle out to South Philly
It just moved out about the city
And spread out to the 'burbs
Now it's everybody's problem, got a nation on the verge
Take Activis off the market, jack the price up on the syrup
But Purdue Pharma's 'bout to move that work

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he trying to kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar

And these devils they keep on talkin' to me
They screamin', "Open the bottle," I wanna be at peace
My hand is gripping that throttle, I'm running out of speed
Try to close my eyes but I keep sweatin' through these sheets, through these sheets
Four horseman, they won't let me forget
I wanna forge a prescription, 'cause, doctor, I need some more of it
When Morphine and heroin is more your budget
I said I'd never use a needle, but sure, fuck it
I'm caught up, I'm on one, I'm nauseous
No options, exhausted
This is not what I started
Walkin' carcass, I lost everything I wanted
My blinds drawn, too gone to leave this apartment

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he trying to kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar

More, more, more
Re-up, re-up

Death certificate signed the prenup
Ain't no coming back from this percocet
Actavis, ambien, adderral, xanax binge
Best friends with the thing that's killing me
Enemies with my best friend, there's no healing me
Refilling these, refilling these
They say it's death, death
Institutions and DOC's
So God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
And the wisdom to know the difference

I'm surprised he didn't touch on the issue of Kratom having just recently been rescheduled.

You ain't no punk, you punk.
You wanna talk about the real junk?
If I ever said [BEEP] I'd be banned
'Cause I'm your garbageman.

Well if you can't dig me, you can't dig nothin'.
Do you want the real thing, or are you just talkin'?
Do you understand?
I'm your garbageman.

Yeah, now it's up from the garage and down the driveway.
Now get outta your mind or get outta my way.
Now do you understand? Do you understand?
Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-i
The bird's the word, and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick.
You gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
You gotta live until you're dead.
You gotta rock 'til you see red.
Now do you understand?
Do you understand?
I'm your garbageman.

Aw, dump that on mine...

Yeah it's just what you need when you're down in the dumps.
One half hillbilly and one half punk.
Eight long legs and one big mouth.
The hottest thing from the north to come out of the south.
Do you understand?
Do you understand?

Whoo, I can't lose with the stuff I use,
And you don't choose no substitutes.
So stick out your can
'Cause I'm your garbageman.

Louie, Louie, Louie, Lou-i
The bird's the word, and do you know why?
You gotta beat it with a stick.
You gotta beat it 'til it's thick.
You gotta live until you're dead.
You gotta rock 'til you see red.
Now do you understand?
Hmmmm?
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
All right, now go!

the first time I remember seeing him was in OZ [and I'm not talkin' in the land of ...]

Thank you Chaos

That's what im talkin bout *promote

Now that's what I'm talkin bout! I'll have to buy one of those at $4.50! Thanks