Dr_Flash_Amazing

Damn, Greg, you got fucked-up taste in music, holmes! You need to keep that shit to yourself, lest people be incited to vomit!

You're right on the first point, and probably somewhere between "dead-wrong" and "wronger-than-a-Trask-family-reunion-after-a-few-too-many-drinks" on the second. Nice to know there's some more folx out there who appreciate muzak!

Relax, Trask, DFA was just quoting those deeply philosophical political commentators known as NOFX. Dr. Flash Amazing would never advocate killing anyone.

wanna tar and lynch the kkk wanna pull and shoot the NRA pay the lobbyists to kill themselves murder the government murder the government murder the government and then do it again, yeah! murder the government murder the government murder the government and then murder the govern-me-e-eeennnnt

matt, It sounded, to DFA at least, that he was referring to the era the albums were recorded and the production capabilities of the day, and was surprised that albums recorded in such a dramatically different sound-reproduction era could sound so clean, warm, and spacious. Sort of a roundabout compliment to Verve's remastering skillz, and not a dis on 30-year-old tunes.

Whaddaya want, a fucking cookie? Nice work, bookworm!

Oh, that's right, Trask prefers men in wooly chaps. Note to self: send Thor to Spartacus for new chaps before his weekly visit to the Trask residence.

DRU =

Friday - flogged the Lloyd Center mall for Christmas giftage Saturday - slept late, lounged, helped Mrs. DFA make cookies, a little more shopping, and purchased the 'Ella Wishes You a Swingin' Christmas' CD, by Ella Fitzgerald (duh). This was a fine purchase, and if you're looking for some secular Christmas tunes in the peppy, jazzy modality, buy it. Sound quality is excellent too, as it's one of them Verve Records reissue deals. Sunday - Church, brunch, more shopping, lounging, and of course Simpsons and King of the Hill from 8-9.

12 tick-marked footholds 11 bits of beta 10 bros a-spraying 9 gapers gaping 8 foot stick for clipping 7 bolts on Churning 6 feet between bolts 5 minute approach! 4 bolts on Chain 3 slings on Kings 2 kickass gullys and the Doc-tor will be a-sending!

I dragged this lake lookin' for corpses dusted for prints pryed up the floorboards pieces of planes and black box recorders don't lie don't lie and I been preoccupied with these sick, sick senses that sense DNA on barbed-wire fences maybe someday I'll find me a suspect that has no alibi at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine you won't have to quit doin' fucked up shit for anyone but me at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine you won't have to stop sayin' "I love cops" for anyone but me your private eye and New Year's eve was as boring as Heaven I watched flys fuck on channel eleven there was no one to kiss there was nothin' to drink 'cept some old rotten milk someone left in the sink and there's no ring there's no ring on the phone anymore there's no reason to call I passed out on the floor smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine you won't have to quit doin' fucked up shit for anyone but me at the right place at the right time I'll be dead wrong and you'll be just fine you won't have to stop sayin' "I love cops" for anyone but me your private eye (repeat first 2 verses, repeat chorus)

Johnny, you've clearly strayed from your former path of walking in the Lord's footsteps. Given that this is the season of celebrating our Savior's birth, perhaps you should ask yourself if you're doing everything you can to live in a Christ-like manner. Peace, brother. Love, Dr. Flash "forgiveness is wonderful" Amazing

It's "dipfuck," dumbshit. Damn.

Oops, Veggie-B's star count seems to have dropped. Pity, who would do such a thing?

BWA HA HA HA HAAA! You totally set yourself up for that one, though, toolshed. C'est la vie.

Back door delivery only, right?

And, speaking of Liza and Louise, who could forget Louise? She gotta walk with a silicone cock stickin' in her ass and one in her cunt a butterfly strapped tight to her clit, but who's got the remote control? that would belong to Louise, she's got a new pet a real vaginal tease mommy's little girl's gonna do what she please if she don't wanna get a spankin' she likes to speak like a 6-year-old brat "mommy, discipline me, you know I've been bad" start with the cat then she'll move to a crop neither one is willing to stop it's time for bed she'll be securing her head between her thighs for a thorough night's suck along with this she'll be drinkin' her piss so Louise don't have to get up two goddesses in love one resides below one reigns from above one holds the cuffs while one covets keys the purgatorial touch of Louise ...

When are you two closet cases going to get tired of dry-humping DFA's leg with the coy little insults? You're fuckin' boring the Doctor half to death with this shit ... zzzzzzzzzzz *yawn*

You republicans need to sharpen the mudslinging side of your PR campaign. 'Cause this is like the third time (at least) that you've run the "who's the biggest tool" poll with only a select few individuals on it. Time to broaden your smear-campaign horizons, or you'll lose those crucial indecisive swing voters in the next runoff election! Your friend, Dr. Flash "Politix rox" Amazing

Well, yeah, but just when the Doctor is home for the holiday's. Otherwise, it's typically "worthless embodiment of the word 'duh'."

NOFX, 'The Decline' Where are all the stupid people from? And how'd they get to be so dumb? Bred on purple mountain range Feed amber waves of grains To lesser human beings, zero feelings Blame it on Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny) Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy) Fear of God The fear of change The fear of truth Add the Bill of Rights, subtract the wrongs There's no answers Memorize and sing star spangled songs When the questions Aren't ever asked Is anybody learning from the past? We're living in united stagnation Father what have I done? I took that 22 A gift to me from you To bed with me each night Kept it clean Polished it well Cherished every cartridge, every shell Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt There's a carcass of my second kill Down, by the park, under stone, under pine There's a carcass of my brother William Brother where, have you gone to? I swear, I never thought I could I see so many times They told me to shoot straight Don't pull the trigger, squeeze That will insure a kill A kill is what you want A kill is why we breed The Christians love their guns The church and NRA Pray for their salvations Prey on the lower faiths The story book's been read And every line believed Curriculum's been set Logic is a threat Reason searched and seized Jerry spent some time in Michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot more in Detroit A dime in California, a twenty dollar fine Jerry only stayed a couple months It's hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass Asphyxiation is simple and fast It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch Don't think (Stay) Drink your wine (Home) Watch the fire burn (Be) His problems not mine (Safe) Just be that model citizen I wish I had a schilling (For each senseless killing) For every senseless killing I'd buy a government America's for sale And you can get a good deal on it (A good deal on it) And make a healthy profit Or maybe, tear it apart Start with assumption That a million people are smart Smarter than one Serotonin's gone She gave up, drifted away Sara fled, thought process gone She left her answering machine on The greeting left spoken sincere Messages no one will ever hear Ten thousand messages a day A million more transmissions lay Victims of the laissez faire Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns A hundred decibels turns to one One bullet, one empty head Now with Serotonin gone The man who used to speak Performs a cute routine Feel a little patronized Don't feel bad They found a way inside your head And you feel a bit misled It's not that they don't care, yeah The television's put a thought inside your head Llike a Barry Manilow, jingle I'd like, to teach the world to sing In perfect harmony A symphonic blank stare, yeah It doesn't make you care (make you care) Not designed to make you care (make you care) They're betting you won't care (you won't...) Place a wager on your greed A wager on your pride Why try to beat them when, a million others tried? We are the whore Intellectually spayed We are the queer Dysfunctionally raised One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain One more pill to kill the pain Living through conformity One more prayer to keep me safe One more prayer to keep us warm One more prayer to keep us safe There's gonna be a better place Lost the battle, lost the war Lost the things worth living for Lost the will to win the fight One more pill to kill the pain Na na na na na La na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na The going get tough, the tough get debt Don't pay attention, pay the rent Next of kins pay for your sins A little faith should keep us safe Save us The human, existence Is failing, resistance Essential, the future Written off, the odds are Astronomically against us Only moron and genius Would fight a losing battle Against the super ego When giving in is so damn comforting And so we go, on with our lives We know the truth, but prefer lies Lies are simple, simple is bliss Why go against tradition when we can Admit defeat, live in decline Be the victim of our own design The status quo, built on suspect Why would anyone stick out their neck? Fellow members of Club "We've Got Ours" I'd like to introduce you to our host He's got his, and I've got mine Meet the decline We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In this class war We are worker We love our queen We sacrifice We're soilent green We are the queer We are the whore Ammunition In this class war

Of course, Iain. Because that's different. Are you suggesting that we not give athletes special attention and special treatment? Please report to the nearest Department of Homeland Security outpost for reprogramming!

Or, like, "sport climbing." Hey, waitasec!

"dipfuck" Ha haaaa ha ha hahahahaha! That's fawking priceless!

You republicans need to sharpen the mudslinging side of your PR campaign. 'Cause this is like the third time (at least) that you've run the "who's the biggest tool" poll with only a select few individuals on it. Time to broaden your smear-campaign horizons, or you'll lose those crucial indecisive swing voters in the next runoff election! Your friend, Dr. Flash "Politix rox" Amazing