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Wow…two posts in a row?! I must be on vacation! (Nope, that’s next week. LA, here I come!)
Dear Random Matt and Trey Lovers Hitting This Here Blog,
I wish I had the lyrics to that “America, Fuck Yeah!” song — in fact, I wish I had an mp3 also, but I have neither. If you know where to find either, leave a comment. Thanks!
The Management
In other corners of the blogosphere, virtual high-fives to Ms. Lauren and the Pinko Feminist Hellcat. Having male strangers invading my personal space is the ultimate social world pet peeve, heads and shoulders about someone flipping their hair in my face and cutting me in line. I don’t care who you are or what you look like, if your first geture is a touch, you’re putting your life on the line. Don’t fucking touch me if you don’t know me. And no, I don’t have to respond to you if I don’t feel like it. You want me to smile? Well, I want you to fuck off and die. It’s rude and obnoxious and it’s obvious your mother didn’t beat you enough.
Todd over at Tremble writes about a shitty party so I don’t have to. It wasn’t that bad, but it was type lame for sure. (Though I’ve gotta admit I was annoyed before I got there because I had planned on walking down Greenwich from Chambers until I saw the big construction pit and had to detour like 4 blocks. Such a long walk. And fuck it’s always 10 degrees colder in that part of town. Grr.) Never being in there before, I wandered into the actual strip club section first before backing out slowly when I saw the glassy looks in the men’s eyes. Upstairs I went where most of the crowd looked as if they were coming up on 15 and they were just staring at the DJ as if he was doing something besides spinning records. What the fuck people? Nothing to see there. But the ones that did dance, I wish they wouldn’t have — the pirate ship bounce to the extreme set to Miami Booty Bass. I need a barrel of brain bleach to erase the travesty. The music amused me, especially this one song where the chorus was just like “Ass Ass Ass…Titty Titty Titty” but really set to the kick. So awesome. I’d like to listen to that song all the time…at the gym.
In other news, I finally got around to writing about that Brooklyn block party show from forever ago…just not here. And while you’re over there, find out what a blumpkin is — in case you were like me and didn’t know until you were “enlightened.”

5 Comments

  1. what are you doing while you’re in town?

  2. No clue. Probably riding around, eating a lot of fast food, and disbelieving the 2am closing time rule.
    Not going to see Interpol, that’s for sure! *grumble* Got outbid on Ebay 3 times! *grumble*

  3. i was searchin for America! FUCK YEAH! mp3 and i found this site instead but yea i found the mp3 so if you want it msn is liljester16@yahoo.com message me and ill send it. later bitches……

  4. Lyrics for you
    AMERICA F@#K YEAH!
    America. America. America F@#k Yeah.
    Comin’ again to save the motherf@#king day, yeah.
    America, f@#k yeah!
    Freedom is the only way, yeah.
    Terrorist your game is through
    ’cause now you have to answer to America, f@#k yeah.
    So lick my butt and suck on my balls.
    America, f@#k yeah.
    What ya gonna do when we come fo’ you now?
    It’s the dream that we all share, it’s the hope for tomorrow.
    F@#k yeah.
    McDonalds, Wal-mart, the Gap, baseball, NFL, rock and roll, the internet, slavery, F@#k yeah, f@#k yeah.
    Starbucks, Disneyworld, porno, valium, Reebok, fake tits, sushi, Taco Bell, rodeo, Bed
    Bath and Beyond.
    Liberty, waxed lips, the Alamo, Band-Aids, Christmas, immigrants, Popeye, Democrats, Republicans, sportsmanship, books.
    Sad F@#k Yeah
    America, f@#k yeah.
    Comin’ again to save the motherf@#king day yeah.
    America, f@#k yeah.
    Freedom is the only way yeah.
    Terrorist your game is through.
    Now you have to answer to America, f@#k yeah.
    America, f@#k yeah.

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