I got an email from Radiohead last night, and they got me to spend £6 and feel a lot of irony. I didn't buy this jacket, because it is stupid. Instead, I bought In Rainbows Disk 2, which I had no idea existed. Once I got it all downloaded and ready (it took a while, I had to check the exchange rate, you know), I sat and listened to the record with headphones in my dark Lynnwood bedroom at 2am. It was great. I felt young again. New music from a great band, it makes you feel good about the world, even if it's not really all that new. But, somehow, my good feelings reminded me about this British guy I met in London who was Evan's college acquaintance he gave a refrigerator to and a certifiable wanker - He hated Radiohead, and in no way gave me good feelings about anything, although he did have weed, so that's not all the way true. Anyway, He called Radiohead "music to cut yourself to." I'm sure he thought that up all by himself. Not. So I thought I should dedicate this one to that guy. Unfortunately, his name was John. So this one goes out to John, wherever you are, you doss cunt. You suck. And you would probably wear that stupid jacket.
I got the poison.
quit wastin space with your large letters.
ReplyDeleteian, I forgot to tell you that when you copy and paste all that shit it has to be under the 'html code' tab when you create the post. my bad
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So were all our legal troubles simply because Ian wanted to call some dozy fucker a "doss cunt?" That seems a bit overzealous of the Conglomo-Lords, if you ask me.
ReplyDeleteI don't think "friend" is the proper term. More like acquaintance I gave a refrigerator to, so therefore gave me the entitlement to a a free stay in London.
ReplyDeleteYeah right, he's totally your best friend. I like how you only chime in on the blog when you feel offended. Just when we assume you are not reading ... and what is "a a free stay in London." What is that supposed to mean?
ReplyDeleteIt's better to stay with Indians when in London. They smoke you out, buy cocaine with you in red British phone booths and eat dim sum in china town at 4am on Christmas morning; no refrigerator required.
ReplyDeleteWow. I must say that is not the typical image of London Indians that I have seen on television and in movies. You mean they are not all struggling with the conflicting values of East and West, and/or playing on women's soccer teams? This deserves further investigation.
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