Sure we'll die young. All the greats do.

It seems like this week has lasted forever. Doing everything after three months of doing nothing tends to do that. Sunday was so much fun, guys, and I look forward to that video, Banana. I probably missed some good quotes today, but I bought a CD, so it's all good.

Title Source: "Die Young" by River City Rebels. ~For those who touched my life, thank you and I love you so.~


“The sun never sets on being badass.”

“Spliggity.”
“...spliggity?”
“Why not? It’s like ham cheese and waffles, watching porn, with all there syrup and grease; the sound it makes when it blarges together when they have sex. Spliggity.”
“...Um. Right.”
“Made sense in my mind.”
“I'm sure it did.”

“You dig? Like whipped cream gushing into a toilet. Wait, no.”
“Wait, what? That does not make sense.”
“That is supposed to mean exactly what it said. No symbols or hidden meanings.”

“Jesus wanted me to go commando.”

“Because the devil wears panties. Not Prada.”

“You know what’s fun? Watching Mormon people on caffeine.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”
“The Asian ones.”

“I’m becoming a psychologically ‘fascinating’ person, but I want to be a well-balanced breakfast. I mean person.”
[laughs] “Oh, you and your breakfast cereal jokes. They’re grrrrrrreat!”

“I also like to point out the obvious in conversations like these.”
“Obviously.”
“…See!?”

“Wow I'm so cool. I'm a techie Mac lover rocker ghetto as mofo sexy diva chick from Cali.”

“It’s gotta happen. Everything happens once.”

“It’s like winter’s breath on your face.”
“Only in August.”

“It’s only figurative rape.”

“Well, fuck them.”
“With a rusty pipe!”

“You guys are like my Vicodin. Makes me drowsy and forget the pain.”
“Hey!”
“Drowsy in a good way. Like taking ecstasy drowsy. Why am I making all these drug references?”

“It’s just a third degree burn, but whatevs.”

“Brandon Flowers has a Burt Reynolds mustache.”

“Lots of people don’t like them, but I love them.”
“What, bombs?”

“What homework did I not do?”
“The eternal question.”

“You smell like camp!”

“You’re a morally bad dog!”

“Why does P Diddy need a spokesperson?”
“Because he’s fucking rich. Or maybe he’s sick or something.”
“Maybe he became a mime, that'd be awesome and save us from lots of pain. Not the fun kind of mime, the creepy I’ll beat the crap out of you and fuck ya ho's, kind of mime.”

“My mom has smoked cigars.”

“Man, I used to like Fergie. Now she’s a hip hop whore.”

“Oh, and the best thing I heard was that they’re coming out with Fall Out Boy dolls. Can anyone say pre-made voodoo dolls?”

“yeah, its a shame that they can't change their music, fans, Aly, and everything. That’d be nice.”
“So basically, not be Fall Out Boy?”
“Yes.”

“What was with the high-pitched voice? Did Justin Timberlake become a eunuch?”
“Yes. Yes, he is.”

“Did they say Axel Rose? Why the fuck is Axel Rose there?”

“Pyro!”
“Flame retardant suit.”

“Eminem hasn’t done shit recently.”
“There is a god!”

“Lou Reed in singing with the Raconteurs.”
“That’s weird.”

“I have no fucking clue. Jack White is attractive in a strange way.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. In that strange way, he really is.”

“I beg to differ. She’s bringing sexy back?”
“Nope, because Ryan Ross already did that.”
“Yes he did. But don’t forget about Ville Valo. And he was around before Ryan, but Ryan reaffirmed it in the last year.”

James Blunt: “And I’ll race you to the bar!”

“its what V would do if he was standing up for copper instead of humanity. Hence the masks.”

“I have a secret. I’m secretly in the gangsta closet. And I love Taboo from the Black Eyed Peas.”

“Frolicking, fornicating, same thing.”


And I would like to now be a dork and ask that you either email me or comment telling me what you think this means:

“Hey, can I poke your butter?”