Here's one good way. Let's say you've gone out to see a couple of friends' bands play at the Paradise...as ya do. One of them is a disco electro hybrid that I once described as sounding like getting smashed in the vagina with a lubricated synthesizer, and the other is a gang of sweaty man bro dudes playing heroically anthemic video metal.
Like so:
and so:
What do the two bands have in common, you might ask? THE EIGHTIES IS WHAT. Remember the eighties? That was a whole decade.
So, what would you do after the show? Would you head like 3 blocks up the street with your old lady to the indie dance night that plays all your favorite music and keep dancing for a couple more hours? Or would you... say go eat a disgusting burrito at a shitty college restaurant that smells like pancake syrup and Old Spice? I think you fucking well know what happened next.
So, what would you do after the show? Would you head like 3 blocks up the street with your old lady to the indie dance night that plays all your favorite music and keep dancing for a couple more hours? Or would you... say go eat a disgusting burrito at a shitty college restaurant that smells like pancake syrup and Old Spice? I think you fucking well know what happened next.
Here's how we felt before the nachos and shit.
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here's how we felt after:
Speaking of horrible shit, I almost forgot the whole reason I started taking pictures on this descent into the heart of darkness that is Boston University area bars on a Friday night. That would be this sign right here I saw behind the bar.
Just in case you can't see through the haze of my ass-pocket cell phone camera, the words someone made with their hands for your eyes up there go...ahem, a little something like this...
One more time?
PS: This photo was shot in the year 2010.
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| this is a real thing, that real people made for other real people to look at |
Just in case you can't see through the haze of my ass-pocket cell phone camera, the words someone made with their hands for your eyes up there go...ahem, a little something like this...
DRINK THE TEQUILA FROM ENTOURAGE
One more time?
DRINK THE TEQUILA FROM ENTOURAGE
PS: This photo was shot in the year 2010.
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10 comments:
Nice nachos faggot.
In that sign's defense, I was asking for it.
if i wanted to smell maple syrup, i would go to brunch (which i would never do)
Brunch, as everyone knows, is OT)MF_L
My roommate has to sneak watch Entourage because if I sense that it's on in the house I start ranting about douchebags. Which sort of makes me a douchebag, my man over here just wants to watch something mindless while he updates his resume because he's had real jobs in his life and I can't shut my face for 5 minutes.
I understand. I too watched it once. Those were darker times.
I would drink the tequila from Entourage.
Old Spice is an American classic.
My god, that Fugazi cover makes me want to cry. I'm sure Ian MacKaye is. There's something extremely Boston about Bang Camero, and I think that's one of the many reasons I will one day leave this city.
Don't let the door his your in your fahkin ass on the way out.
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