dancers piss me off. i went and saw lower definition recently and a bunch of them started ganging up on our group of friends because we were trying to mosh...like....normally. so they broke this guys nose and he had to go have it put back into place at the hospital.
we decided we'd try to force 'em out of the pit, and one of them ended up kicking me in the face and knocking me out.
yeh..i hate 'em..
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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