*promote angry young rockers

>> ^Quboid:
I liked the mods vs rockers reference. Yeah his accent was a bad attempt at the South African accent that is all over the game. It's fine for Brits like me but I guess if you're not used to fluent Brit, trying to understand someone with a British accent butchering a South African accent is just too many weird sounds going on at once, especially as he drops in and out of the South African accent all over the place. Anyway, I'm off to watch Blood Diamond on Blu-ray - I'm sure it's pretty much like Far Cry 2, right? )



I guess that was the idea - crazy-ass inconsistent accent-game => same in review.

>> ^Farhad2000:
>> ^messenger:
>> ^Quboid:It's fine for Brits like me but I guess if you're not used to fluent Brit, trying to understand someone with a British accent butchering a South African accent is just too many weird sounds going on at once
Especially since he's an Australian living in England trying to do a South African accent.

Wait! I thought he was an English dude living in Australia?


You know what he meant!

I'm sick like a sore throat swallow, drunk act to follow
I'll make the whole bottle hollow (what a ride!)
Rollin' wit' a open container, and one in the chamber
Ten Likwit CD's in the changer
Bettin' wages on the Lakers; yo' squad is in danger
Hoes go two ways these days like my pager
Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro, oh, you didn't know? (no)
Well, fuck you then!
I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats
Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats
Got more ? than biceps, relax
Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats
When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats
Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat
Raised in the valley of the shadow of death
So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run

So all the ladies to the Limo, it's Tha Alkaholik car pool
Lyrics bang from thirty feet to blow y'all niggas off your bar stool
We back, to wet'cha, the flawless, the wallus
Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks

We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise
Doin' donuts in Ferraris, like some drunk hot boys

Do or die fool! Straight from the home of where we spark from
Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy like a tranquelizer dart gun
The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown
Well, I made a million dollars off this shit I penciled down
Flashy Tashy, be gunnin' from the worsest alliance
And when I die, I'ma donate all my verses to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober and justice, why this is my year
Screamin' "Party over here, fuck y'all over there!"
(Party over here, fuck y'all over there!)

King Tee started it off, and then came Tha Liks
Then Xzibit added hot done proda to the mix
Then Defari, "Hey you!" Comin' through, Likwit Crew
And ? gets the broom, who can sin it?
Who can sin it? Twisted and been it, but if the funk ain't in it
My DJ always submitted to spin it
If I said that I meant it, don't get'cha mouth pin it in ?
We feelin' with a penny, represent it

Aiyyo re-pre-sent, yo', re-si-dence
If it don't say Likwit, then you won't get bent
Aiyyo, dollars and cents, make the world just awkward
Got niggas in the hood, livin' next to their doctor
I'm a rowdy, mic-rocker, since the age of twenty-two
In the video, flossin', like "This could be you"
Likwit Crew, do it up, 'til the wheels fall off
Unlike these other niggas that had it and lost it
We stayed in the game, stayed hot, turned up the flame
[Pharoahe Monch] ("Y'all know the name!")

I liked the mods vs rockers reference. Yeah his accent was a bad attempt at the South African accent that is all over the game. It's fine for Brits like me but I guess if you're not used to fluent Brit, trying to understand someone with a British accent butchering a South African accent is just too many weird sounds going on at once, especially as he drops in and out of the South African accent all over the place. Anyway, I'm off to watch Blood Diamond on Blu-ray - I'm sure it's pretty much like Far Cry 2, right? )

(Actually I did like Far Cry 2, even if it was painfully repetitive at times, so Far Cry 2 + Jennifer Connelly = Win)

Once again, who is that dude who pops up in his videos? He's at 3:32 in this one. The weedy looking guy.

Mods vs Rockers. *nice*

^MaxWilder

My posts are almost always more biting than I intend. It gets me into trouble all of the time, so no worries.

I think I can safely say that I understand where you are coming from, and your logic is right on based on what Christians have lead you to believe about salvation. But that is just the thing about most Christian churches that I dislike. They teach salvation as if it is some sort of checklist. But I think that if you assume God is perfect, you must assume that he is perfectly just. That is, if there were a final judgement, God would make up for all of the inequities of this world and forgive you for things that you could not help. My foster sister lived with us for many years after being taken out of an extremely abusive situation. We did the best we could to help her, but her life is in shambles and will probably never fully recover. Her life is full of what I would call sin. Do I believe that she will be eternally damned? Absolutely not. She is not accountable for her parents' actions.

That is not to say that God overlooks everything. To be religious, you must truly believe in agency and that all or most of your choices are truly your own. Even if it is hard for people to make good choices, they still could have made them and God will judge them accordingly. It's called accountability. Obviously this depends on if the person knows they are sinning or not. Children are not accountable. Insane people are not accountable. I'm not God or anything, but I would think that a trained and indoctrinated terrorist would not be as accountable for murder as I would be, because I have grown up in a healthy society and a good environment.

As for being skeptical and not knowing which religion to choose out of thousands, that may or may not be your own fault. If the right thing has never come your way, of course it isn't your fault. If you have done your best to do what feels moral and correct, you're not going to be eternally damned. If Christians believe that, you don't really believe that God is just and merciful and loving. If I'm right, God does love us. He is not waiting in the shadows to catch us in the act and then throw us into hell.

As for picking and choosing, I don't really believe that I do that. These "opinions" that I speak of do not include important points of doctrine. Most of the stuff Christians "ignore" is the Law of Moses, which I explained was thrown out by all but the Jews after Christ's birth. If you would like to point out something specific from the Bible that you think we (or I) ignore, I would be happy to explain to you why I think it isn't relevent or doctrinal.

Also, I believe in prayer, personal revelation, and modern-day scripture and prophets and all of that, so that always helps with Bible interpretation. I'm an odd duck, though. Most Christians believe that God stopped communicating with us on that level at some point in the past. Don't ask me why he would do that. I guess he doesn't love us as much or something.

I know you guys probably think I'm off my rocker, but I just hope that you realize that there is more to Christianity than meets the eye. Logical thought and theism are not always mutually exclusive.

Could this be why goths and punk rockers wear metal studded collars? hmmmm.....?

You have to admit, it's quite a thing for an old rocker from the 60's to still be receiving fan mail at this stage of the game.

>> ^MINK:
^errrr.... watch nerdy films, get shouted at when standing in line.
learn how to deal with that
i.e. not by punching someone smaller in the face.


That was more than getting made fun of man. Anyway, I woudn't do anything like that, but if you make fun of people on the level they did, your most likely going to start something. Even more so in a big city. It's one thing to raz your friends, but a complete stranger all of which are older than you and are getting agitated to the point of coming over to you?!? Seriously, I cant believe this isn't unexpected.

>> ^alizarin:
So did the big adult punch a small teenager in the eye for touching him then gloat or did I miss something?


Play adult games, get adult butt kicking.

>> ^kronosposeidon:
"Get back to Hot Topic, you bitch!"


Way too funny. Upvote =)

Two of my favorite rockers, wonderful song, timeless musicians and performers...Thanks KP-

Awesome clip!

The jam session bits were recorded in 1995 at the "Cafe Eckstein" in Berlin, together with german rocker Wolfgang Niedecken of BAP.

From springsteenlyrics.com:
"On 09 Jul 1995, Bruce joined German rocker Wolfgang Niedecken and his Leopardefell Band at Cafe Eckstein, Berlin, Germany, to record a video for HUNGRY HEART. One of the numerous (seven) takes of the song played during that gig was officially released later that same year on the Hungry Heart [Berlin 95] EPs that were released in Europe, Japan, and Australia. Amazingly, this released version featured Bruce's live vocals from the Eckstein gig just mixed into the original 1980 E Street Band instrumental of the song. The video, with that same bizarre audio, was also released later on the on The Complete Video Anthology / 1978-2000 DVD."

>> ^budzos:
Disorder my ass. Crazy undisciplined bitch! I love how the "sane one" in the family thinks prayer is a good use of people's time and energy. Bipolar sister, delusional brother.

It's easy for us to pass on this extreme behavior as just poor discipline or accuse the person of being just plain bad but that's because we don't have it and we aren't close to anybody that does. Imagine having a friend or loved one that enjoyed the same privileges you've had that just unexplainably goes off of his or her rocker for no reason. There is psychosis attributed to extreme cases of manic depression.

So budzos, are you really Tom Cruise or what?

An elderly woman walked into the main office of Chase Manhattan Bank building, holding a large paper bag in her hand. She told the young man at the teller's window that she wished to deposit the $3 million in the bag and open an account at the bank. She said that first, though, she wished to meet the president of the bank due to the amount of money involved. The teller thought that to be a reasonable request, and, after opening the bag and seeing bundles of $1000 bills, which amounted to approximately $3,000,000, he telephoned the bank president's secretary for an appointment for the lady.

The woman was escorted upstairs and ushered into the president's office. Introductions were made, and she stated that she liked to get to know people she did business with on a more personal basis. The president then asked her how she came into such a large sum of cash. "Was it inherited?" he asked. "No," she replied. It was quiet for several seconds.

"I bet people," she offered. Seeing his confusion, she said, "For instance, I'll bet you $25,000 that by 10 o'clock tomorrow morning...your balls will be square."

The bank president figured she must be off her rocker and decided to take her up on the bet. He didn't know how he could lose. For the rest of the day, he was extremely cautious--he decided to stay home that evening and take no chances. $25,000 was at stake.

When he got up in the morning and took his shower, he checked to make certain that everything was O.K. There was no change. He looked the same as always. He went to his office and waited for the woman to come in at 10AM, humming as he went. He knew this was his lucky day. How often did he get handed $25,000 for doing nothing?

At 10 o'clock sharp, the woman was shown into his office. With her was a man. When the bank president asked her who the other man was, she informed the president that it was her lawyer and she always took him along when there was this much money involved.

"Well," she asked, "what about our bet?"
"I don't know how to tell you this," he said, "but I'm the same as I've always been."

"I'm afraid I'm going to need verification," her hand offered out.

"Well, okay," said the president, "$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure." The president complies, unzipping his pants and dropping his drawers. The old lady grabs his balls. Just then, he noticed that the lawyer was quietly banging his head against the wall.

The president asks the old lady, "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing, except that I bet him $100,000 that by 10am today, I'd have the president of Chase Manhattan Bank by the balls."