tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post4599023402059310367..comments2024-01-12T05:23:28.237-08:00Comments on The Larryville Chronicles: The LC's Final Art Stories of 2008! / Plus, the Boys Consider LJ-World's Picks for "Stories of the Year'Noghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295766937253277420noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-17605284582265744362008-12-19T07:57:00.000-08:002008-12-19T07:57:00.000-08:00Dr. S's post is harshing my buzz, man!I'm going to...Dr. S's post is harshing my buzz, man!<BR/><BR/>I'm going to jam out to some Transmittens and drift away on a cow cloud...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-70525265705798220612008-12-19T05:34:00.000-08:002008-12-19T05:34:00.000-08:00Listening to the transmittens, I rejoin moments of...Listening to the transmittens, I rejoin moments of my youth when I dared think that, somehow, if I just pushed hard enough, I could give myself a blowjob... but actually ended up giving myself a hernia. (The upside was that I still got someone to cup my balls.). But, I think the real message here concerns one word:<BR/><BR/>Skullfucked. <BR/><BR/>To say, kip, in his love of TM, and of his persistence to slide his own feeble tool into his moouth like a child supping sweet, creamy milk from one-twentieth the length of a drinking straw, is/ is trying to be skullfucked. And, I would note with little irony that the TM of Transmittens is 2/3rds of the TMJ that Kip will get as he oils his orb like body and tries to do the monkey on the floor horizontally... with a channel lock surrounding his junk, pulling, pulling, pulling... Desperate to know the feel of his joint between his soft, doughy lip and cheek... not unlike those pungent, muffled warbles as when he's be stuck like a pig behind Rusty's for indicating he likes TM... And that he has a purrty mouth.<BR/><BR/>--I had a small seizure when I wrote that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-8863427440931510612008-12-18T23:20:00.000-08:002008-12-18T23:20:00.000-08:00Wow, you hipsters can be hostile. It'll be a diff...Wow, you hipsters can be hostile. It'll be a different town with Wakarusa fest--a lot less hippies to help the town chill out. When hippies disagree about music, they just listen to it around the chronosaurus until everybody agrees it's "far out."<BR/><BR/>And I think we can all agree that "sugary glitter kisses" are far out.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-55484431047620514102008-12-18T15:31:00.000-08:002008-12-18T15:31:00.000-08:00"Adorable"? That's what passes for "adorable" now..."Adorable"? That's what passes for "adorable" nowadays? Winnie Cooper was adorable. In the etymological sense of "worthy of being adored," this woman is worthy of being regarded with an esteem on the verge of worship:<BR/><BR/>http://weblogs.newsday.com/entertainment/tv/blog/josie-maran-picture-2.jpg<BR/><BR/>See? "Adorable" in both senses of the word! Not those two thrift store posterchildren. I can tell you right now that that guy is slightly overweight and wears jeans two sizes too small four inches too low on his hips so that it looks like he's carrying a small load of crap in his skinny-leg acid-washed Levi's. Cool! Sign me up! <BR/><BR/>Has anyone taken the risk and listened to one of their tunes or read the interview? Ridiculous. The tunes literally sound like you burned the Super Mario Bros. soundtrack onto a CD and now it's skipping uncontrollably. Meaning, it's awful and only lawrence.com and Chip would like it!<BR/><BR/>Whew. I sound a bit like the crazed Dr. Sommers, don't I?<BR/><BR/>That was Josie Moran by the way. She's adorable. Adorably smoking hot. Damn!<BR/><BR/>phollaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-16304885365183259032008-12-18T13:11:00.000-08:002008-12-18T13:11:00.000-08:00But look at them: they ARE so cute!Absolutely ado...But look at them: they ARE so cute!<BR/><BR/>Absolutely adorable.<BR/><BR/>They make me want to float away on an ocean of "cow clouds."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-64012161336659815052008-12-18T12:50:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:50:00.000-08:00"Their lyrics about hot dog suits, cow clouds, and..."Their lyrics about hot dog suits, cow clouds, and sparklemittens are hardly the too-cute variety of less capable twee-pop acts..."<BR/><BR/>No write-up of a band has managed to tap the deep well-spring of hate buried deep in my soul quite like this one. Did they just say "sparklemittens" is "hardly too-cute"? The lyric, "I cover you in sugary glitter kisses, my cotton candy kitten," sounds like death metal compared to "sparklemittens." I hope this guy is having sex with the girl in the band, because if he thinks these kinds of lyrics are going to pick up women, he's wrong. Perhaps they'll pet his face and show him their drawings of rainbow spirits, but that's it. Pathetic.<BR/><BR/>dibaesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6469802837653192448.post-72757612890418673982008-12-18T12:35:00.000-08:002008-12-18T12:35:00.000-08:00A noble goal indeed, Richard!Word verification of ...A noble goal indeed, Richard!<BR/><BR/><BR/>Word verification of the day: synopeaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com