I see. Thank you. I was unaware that there was any kind other than "snapback." How do you get that one kind to fit your head if you have an usually large or small noggin?
I did an AOL keyword search for "snapback" was and to be honest, I still don't quite know what they are talking about. Is it the same things as a baseball cap?
This is why I am happy that Youtube didn't exist when I was this age. And why I am happy that my parents didn't have a green screen in the living room. And why I am happy I didn't have friends or any sort of peer group.
From the Wikipedia Entry for Rainer Werner Fassbinder:
The 2011 Gathering of Juggalos Infomercial (2011)
Returning to his explorations of Michigan history, Fassbinder finally realized his dream of adapting Alfred Döblin's 1929 novel "The 2011 Gathering of Juggalos Infomercial" in 2011. A monumental TV series running more than 13 hours, with a two-hour coda released in the U.S. as a 15-hour feature, it became his crowning achievement. It was the culmination of the director's inter-related themes of love, life, and power.
The Infomercial centers on Vanilla Ice, a former convict and minor pimp, who tries to stay out of trouble but is dragged down by crime, poverty and the duplicity of those around him. His best friend, Sugar Slam, makes him lose an arm and murders Ice’s prostitute girlfriend, Coolio. The love triangle of Ice, Slam and Coolio is staged against the rising tide of the Tea Party in Michigan. The film emphasized the sadomasochist relationship between Ice and Coolio stressing its homoerotic nature.
STATELY, PLUMP Tracy Morgan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him by the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:
–Why don’t Catholics eat meat on Fridays? I’ll tell you why: It’s because the Pope owns Long John Silver’s.
I also have a 3D movie in production based on my Internet persona. It will be 5 hours long and consist mostly of me just sitting in the mall looking at people with sorrow, disdain or a combination of the two.
The soundtrack is going to be "The Judd's Greatest Hits."
Once, Gabe was babysitting for this family. He'd put the two kids to sleep and was settling into watch his "227" VHS compilation when the phone rang. He answered it and a voice said, "The show was sort of 'Meh.'"
Gabe gasped in horror and slammed the phone down. He tried to watch his tape, but was disturbed.
After a while, the phone rang again. Tentatively, he answered it and the voice said again, "The show was 'Meh.'"
At this point, Gabe woke the children up, because he was scared, and then called the police. The cops told him that they would trace the call the next time it happened.
Finally, after a few minutes the telephone rang again. "The show was 'Meh.'" He hung up, soul full of terror. Then the phone rang again. It was the police.
"Get out," they said. "The call is Lizzing from INSIDE THE HOUSE."
I knew this kid who's brother dated a girl who got a Coke once and was drinking it and when she got to the bottom of the bottle, she saw that there was a Lizzing inside it.
Last night, I was driving and a truck behind me kept following me and flashing its high beams periodically. It was really making me nervous. I drove faster and faster, to get away from this truck, but every turn I took, it took, all the time flashing its high beams. Finally, I got home and jumped out of my car. The truck stopped behind my car and the driver got out and started to run at me, but rather than chase me, he opened the back door of my car. Inside was Lizzing with a knife. Every time she rose up to stab me as I drove, which I am sure she realizes now was a bad plan, the truck driver flashed his high beams.
Oh Lizzing, we clearly can't trust you with knives.
The Videogum South party last night was out of control.
First we all at at McAlister's and ate soup and then we walked to a coffeeshop and read for a while and then after that we took a bath, but the tub was too full and some waster spilled on the floor. Finally, at like 10:47, we all fell asleep listening to "Siamese Dream" (Amazon had it on sale for $5.00!).
GOOD TIMES!
When I was a child, I was an idiot. I was lazy and would sit and stare at whatever incredible garbage was on the television after school.
It was a mind numbing mish-mash of second-rate seventies sitcoms and third-rate cartoons. Really, I would watch anything that moved while drinking glass after glass of tepid milk from a plastic cup that I chewed the lip of.
If nothing was on (and by this I mean actually just static), I would just lay in the floor and stare at the trapezoids of sunlight as they moved across the carpet imperceptibly, waiting for something fun to happen to me.
Under no circumstances would I have watched this.
I can honestly say, if I lived in there, I WOULD FLIP THE FUCK OUT! I get stir crazy as it is and I live in a real house made for human beings. Give me three hours in that box and I would clawing at the walls and covered in honey, murmuring the names of undiscovered moons into a broken telephone.
I am insecure about whether or not people like me, so I use muted humor and large words to shield myself from real human interactions. Also, I feel bad about how I look and think that I am terrible at everything. Also, all of my shoes smell really, really bad. #AprilTruthDay
"Well, they trot into a hole where there's a lot of bananas. They're very ordinary-looking ponies when they trot in. But once they get in, they behave like pigs. Why, I've known some bananaponies to trot into a banana hole and eat as many as seventy-eight bananas. Naturally, after that they're so fat they can't get out of the hole again. Can't fit through the door."
"Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering apple; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I chomp at thee; for hate’s sake I neigh my last neigh at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned apple! Thus, I give up the seeds!"
--Midnight, from "Granny-Smith; or, The Apple".
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