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Post Commentbummer. their records are good and now down two important members.
zumiez is pleased to announce their newest seasonal employee
would love to hear all about it over a slice in Billings
Shane from Down In It here I am now Shane from Old Wounds
Emblazoned with a slew of patches, his collectible accessories adorned much of his denim vest, tastefully arranged, only a tiny portion of the original blue outerwear left showing, I got a chance to sit down with the cofounder, and talk his exit over pipin hot slice of za down at the local pie shack. His signature trousers on hand, each tear and hole tells a story, authentically road worn, walkin me thru the tale of each rip with enough gusto and detail to fill a book, he bites his steamy pie.
The pie is one me, but is more than repaid with endless stories, regaling his time on the road and inspiring streams of concioudness covering metaphysical and philosophical ideals. Bits of still hot za escape his mouth like the adjectives and similes he uses to paint a vivid dreamscape. I feel I'm in the crowd as he recounts a fist fight with Tommy Brunmel of victory rec. The convo is interrupted several times to accommodate fans requests for pictures and autographs. He obliges, smiling at me.
I heard tony morses son is joining. No joke
our booth later littered with crumbs and crusts of half a dozen pies, he loosens his belt and playfully rubs his tummy. I subtly check the bill and thumb through my checkbook. His thin moustache and razor wit make him my best friend, and I tell him to make room for dessert back at my parents. Stepping out of my black Nissan Optima, I take the lead on conversation, giving a brief history on the quaint but rustic ranch style rambler that I grew up in. My father receives us in the paved drive way.
When my father asks if he is my new boyfriend, he realizes I may not be exactly as I let on. He shakes my fathers hand, scoring a compliment on his firmness from the man who bore me. Upstairs in my room, I begin to explain how, like the sea horse or clown fish, my father is capable of changing genders, and carried me in his womb, making him my father and my mother. A recipient of the Medal of Honor and Purple Heart in 1986, he went on to model women's swimwear for the 1990 Jc penny catalog.
Grease glistens off his masculine hand and I realize I will not have to waste any fine imported lube. I cut to the chase and wrap his strong fingies around my throbbing pendulum, tick c-cking to the beat. He tries to pull away but it is too late and my trap has been set, having rubbed superglue on my throbbing unit while he was texting. With his hand stuck he understands his situation and begins to rub, up and down up and down, the most popular R&B, pop, and dance playing through my Beats Pill
I moan in unison to the beat, 90 bpm. The door swings open and my father enters, a huge grin plastered on his face as his white hair flows behind, he reminds one of Doc Brown. My father crouches toward us revealing to him his enormous lobster claw hands, and octopus legs body. He screams but his sensual holler reguvinates my tired sack, my member springs like a geyser over his hands, some making it to his chin. Father throws his head back in delight, HAHAHAHA! He laughs at the stars
Dude sucked and was an entitled dork, got kicked out.
^ lol. yea ok, everyone wants to pretend they have some "insider" knowledge. You guys are so corny
Guy in the back right looks completely ridiculous.
Hate to break all the fan girls and fan boys' hearts, but Brandon Gallagher was kind of a douche in the band, that's why they left him in a parking lot alone. But now he's changed, with a better band, and is mad nice. Especially, at warped tour, I got to meet him and he was so down to earth and nice.
Tell you what they ditch the long hair with a my chemical romance t-shirt and they could ascend to #49
I just wanna know, who the fck ate my bagel?
Shane from down into it here. I'm not suicidal despite my constant crying. I swear.
I'll take the slice but spare me the lame ass story about a band that no one gives a fck about.
He's probably starting a new band with that fat, disgusting, ginger bearded probie hang around they always had with them.
old wounds always was and always will be trash music for trash people, the kind of hardcore kids that look like some straight up inbred juggalo mixed with some weird a** Marilyn man nu metal goth. Other examples of similar bands that play (or played) up to the trash people: code orange, suburban scum, jesus piece, down in it, GLOSS, knocked loose etc
anonymous2 days ago Chances the original singer comes back? he is the original singer you twat. Can't you read?
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fcked around and fell in love with that hot goth girl they had screamin