after being disenchanted with the aestetics of the visages (and in the case of "god module" the gestalt) of industrial artists, i still was convinced that the singer of flesh field could avoid that fate. I was right, she is hot.
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I'm working on a Marder II and I recently finished a M3
Grant.
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well, an indirect reference to the greatest killer of US troops, the amphibious Beetle. eg. beetle baily. One more indicator that the band were evil, they emulated nazi soldaten.
I live across from a high school. I know, sounds great. Although it provides me with an ample supply of lunch money, it has it's drawbacks. Namely, perpetual construction. They've been working long, hard hours for the last three years. I've thought of several methods of curtailing my morning hangovers: spitting on them, yelling at them, burying my head in a pillow and sobbing, but nothing seemed to work.
After watching a movie on television, I learned about an organization called the "mafia". Apparently these fellas mix themselves up with unions and organized labor, and are able to somehow make money. Well, point is, that they can threaten business owners with strikes. Point: they can halt work. With mafia ties, I could finally get these bastards to stop this cocophany outside my god-damn window.
According to the documentary "Goodfellas", I need a crew. I also need bad grammar. check. I also need to have an affinity for italian food. check. I feel discouraged that I have to "wack off" people, but I'm willing to compromise if it means I don't have to listen to those frickin' pricks.
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for my birthday last feb, Alexis took me to a world war two museum, and it had tons of awesome shit, here are photos:
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