Dr_Flash_Amazing

Dude, word on the street is that chix don't dig the desperate approach. Try to play it cool, bro.

How come you have heard of Hunter DFA? Did you actually read about something other than bolt clipping and plastic while rereading Hot Flashes on the can? Hey, Mr. Canadabutt! Just 'cause Dr. Flash Amazing chooses to while away most of his climbing time clippin' bolts and chasin' grades doesn't mean he isn't enamored with the whole damned sport! So stick your snooty snob snipings up your Canadian candy cavern, you big insensitive lout!

Holy yarmulkas, those glasses make you look like a gentile, ya schmuck! You're probably sporting a 'Goy Toy' belt buckle like that shiksa Madonna! Oy vey!

Mt. Hunter?

But those skidmarks on your chair aren't! Ugh!

They all wanna get their hands on the PAGETOPS, too. Wicked!

DJ Fucknutz' hardtrancejunglebasshousedrumambientbreakbeatoff remix (12" mix remix)?

Trask, didn't DFA see your car parked out front of this joint as he passed by on the way to the gym last night?

Word on the street is that Trask is currently up for grabs!

Nope. Thelonius Monk.

what ever Capt. Semantics. Actually, it's more of a history thing Double -

Who's Truffaut? Sounds like some kind of French intelligentsioid. Bugger, in any case, what he said about art critics. Likely something dismissive or derogatory, and full, no doubt, of crap, for are we not entitled to our precious opinions? Indeed we are. Beck is dreck. Send Moby to Nairobi.

Y'all gots nothin': stumbling mumbles bleary rises to greet post-dawn daylight incoming toothbrush, breakfast meat scramble eggs, down sidewalk amble on sleepy legs taste coffee dregs slowly sodden hopes vanish like sun winter rainwater's run seeks gutter and lower ground rushing down, sodden hopes now drown rise flourescent-lit vertigo latch-key impertinence business-casual fashion sense jump the fence for greener grass and oh, Lord, the price of gas ... suburbs sprawling complaint never free from Wal Martian invasion's blacktop taint stay within the paint painted lines define shopping cart rat race sportutilitytrafficjam try to keep pace flys in the face of reason night lite spend, consume recline and begin anew a new car wheels of fortune cookie false prophet prophesy real life TV ecstatic revalations bleed through and colors run down the unseen sun and out the lights again End?

When're you coming out with 'Mars and Venus In the Chalk Bag'?

Nah, two people answered it! And, ironically, DFA didn't read the article, just snagged the pic. Fine looking animal, though, isn't it?

Let's don't get DFA started on the 60s/70s pop rehasher known as Beck. "Gee, if I cop some Beatles vocals, some Rolling Stones guitar lixx, and throw in some oh-so-revolutionary hip-hop beats, I will make a bazillion dollars off brainless suckers." Beck and Moby suck off the same teat, and are thusly deserving of the same vitriol. It has nothing to do with how "hip" it is to hate Moby (puh-leeeez) and everything to do with calling out "musical" dreck.Beck:Better than MobyWorse than MobyGag me with a truckload of kitsch and a hipster haircutPaging Eminem ...

(Forget it.)

Aren't wire gates kind of jingus for racking, though? Seems like the hook would always be snagging on shit every time you needed a piece.

Why do you listen to that shit anyway? Grab a beer and some Bad Company Pay attention, dickyank, they're always fucking spinning it at the gym. It's unavoidable, unfortunately, as it is also unlistenable. As for Bad Company? Does it look like DFA is some kind of classic rock geezer? Exactly -- no.

Cryptic vicissitude! Totally macular!

Clearly, a rational and well thought-out defense (Might we even call it cogent? Indeed we might.) of DFA's already impeccably-reasoned thesis w/r/t cacophonous, copro-dropping canines.

Fine, Mr. Wiseguy Scientificevidencecollector. Trad climbers and gumbies.

How 'bout Big Daddy Deepthrust Hardcockerton? That's got a nice ambiguous yet poetic ring to it.

He is? Well fuck it, he's a bitch anyhow.