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  • The Genius of Ryan Adams Vol. 2

    Posted on August 10th, 2010 admin No comments

    Looks like my insane music hero Ryan Adams is releasing more stuff soon, and true to form, he has FOUR releases he plans on putting out; three studio albums and a double album he recorded with The Cardinals back in 2005 when he was allegedly high on speedballs and playing at his best. I am happy about this news because being a Ryan Adams fan is like dating an insane girl: it is a wild ride but someday soon it could end badly without warning.

    Here is a clip to remind you of his genius from a few years back when he was allegedly sober. I mean, he’s got to be sober – he’s wearing a tie, after all.

  • My Stupid Dog

    Posted on May 6th, 2010 admin 2 comments

    I was mowing Tuesday and I decided to scrape out the underside of my mower to remove the old rotted clumps of grass.  I never expected that my stupid dog would want to eat it, so I left it piled on the driveway while I mowed the back yard.  Well, he ate a lot of it.

    I got home from my brother’s later that night and my dog refused to stand.  When he did, he crumpled to the floor.  I forgot about the grass and got worried that he tore a ligament or something earlier in the day.  He refused to stand up…I stayed up late and was awake at 1AM when I noticed he had gotten up and walked over towards the front door.

    What came out of his mouth looked like a combination of a football and a jellyfish.  Lots of vomiting followed, and today he is finally keeping down water.  Naturally there is nothing wrong with his leg.  This damn dog will eat anything.

  • The Genius of Ryan Adams Vol. 1

    Posted on March 25th, 2010 admin 1 comment

    This position is not open now for applicants.
    The application forms got shredded.
    There was faulty wordin’ in the documents.
    I can still hear you laughin’,
    Coming up the rickety stairs,
    Laughin’ as the springtime filled your lungs with air.
    Pink smoke rung out like the patches of your hair
    Like violets
    Like birds inside a bell
    -D.R.A.