Jet - The Second album? Did you buy it? I hear someone did...but?
Sounds Like
If the odour of fecal matter made a sound, not the farting sound of its production, but the sound of its actual being, the sound of its stink, of its warm, rich and unpleasant odour...that would be the nearest sound comparable. Or Eskimo Joe.
Tracy Turnblad, a big girl with big hair and an even bigger heart, has only one passion - dancing. Her dream is to appear on "The Corny Collins Show," Baltimore's hippest dance party on TV. Tracy (Nikki Blonsky) seems a natural fit for the show except for one not-so-little problem - she doesn't fit in. Her plus-sized figure has always set her apart from the cool crowd, which she is reminded of by her loving but overly protected plus-sized mother, Edna (John Travolta). That doesn't stop Tracy because if there is one thing that this girl knows, it's that she was born to dance. As her father Wilbur (Christopher Walken) tells her, "Go for it! You've got to think big to be big."
I do on a fairly regular basis bitch, while listening to my pirated version of the Drugs' 'No sense', cover of Cold Chisel on full volume. It's kinda my idea of heaven. mmmmmm pussy. Say no to drugs now u hear! Tune in, drop out. Timothy Leary would be proud of you.
Indie rock scenesters are seriously the greatest sheep on earth next to christians, honestly people. Does the truth really hurt that bad! It's actually just laughable how trendy and mindless they are. Most journalists these days don't even understand what the original designation "indie rock" means for crying-out-loud! It means not being on a major label: they are "independent" or DIY. (if you don't know what DIY means, look it up). The reason they are on a major label half the time is because the other people that follow trends are the execs that are marketing them, and making a bunch of money off of the sheep that fall for "what is hip now." Hey, here's an interesting idea; let's all put the word "Wolf" in our band name! It'll be really neat and we will be famous for a second, then break up. Or, let's grow a gnarly hippy beard, and look completely disgusting. Chicks dig it! Ad nausium, you get the point. Do something unique for once in your life:)
I'm so sorry, I've been a terrible terrible fan!! Here, not only will I have you guys as a profile song, but I'll also promote you via post-it notes stuck around school on walls/lockers/people. Deal?
So I am slack and haven't bothered telling you what a bunch of cunts you were in Brisbane...YOU GUYS WERE A BUNCH OF LOVELY CUNTS ! Much love 'The Brisbane Cunts' cunt...
Yes, we may be a bunch of fucking retards but at least we are reasonably good looking. You guys are easily the ugliest band weve ever had the misfortune of playing with. Thank god for your projector screen and Alex Lloyd costume.... it took some of the focus off of your diabolical hideousness. Get fucked! (p.s - see you next time your up this way)! (insert fart noise here).
