damn it people...

....why the hell is nobody posting anything on here? I need something to do from time to time and I come to this here blog for that something and what do I find. Not a damn thing. Lets see some pictures and some posts and crap.

just a little further

Every problem has many solutions..

What may seem a problem now, may ultimately represent a solution, and with the proper state of mind, will ultimately bring knowledge. "A smart man learns from his mistakes, though a wise man learns from others'" I can't remember who I'm quoting there, bit it isn't me. Focus more on your final goal and less on the trivial shit that may approach you daily. What are you focused on in your life? ...because it sounds like you have some thinking to do. "Man was meant to live, not just exist..."

That's my humble advice. Now If I could just get my Sims 2 U to install..

BTW: Catch some Alkaline Trio and roll on my man.

One beer.....

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Why stop drinking 'till your ass is on the floor??

Was an overall good day today but still the alcohol calls as it has in the many past days. Good food at Ernesto's with some good friends, some time down at the water front with those same good friends just screwing around, a shitty call on the way back( shitty timing but expected call and somewhat wanted), a couple hours of shooting some pool, and finally a few cans of the solution( and at the same time an additive to the problem, huh?).

One last phonecall to make tomorrow and probably a day of the solution that only leads to the problem.




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oH, IT'S SATURDAY..

And the Caps Lock was on..

I'm feeling quite musical today. May I recommend the following:

Yes - Owner of a Lonely Heart
Willie Nelson - On the Road Again
Sahara Hot Hights - On Top of Your World

More to come. Fantastic day for thought, it has been.

One of my favorite things to do is contemplate others' focus/justification for their existence; only to realize that, most desire a point of comfortable stasis. Somewhere in their lifeline, most people arrive at a station. Here, they find a comfortable "couch", if you will, and they'll never long for anything else. The years soon meld together, and their entire life experience and record of knowledge becomes a very limited resource; often causing a certain level of ignorance, through lack of update. Though this 'stasis' happens at different ages and for many different reasons, ultimately most will attach themselves with so many 'anchors' that they'll no longer move forward.

I have much, much more to broadcast on the above, but the train of thought was interrupted by a bathroom break, so I'll have to save it for next time. The above thought session has always been in progress, though it was peaked by this town I currently reside in, and its people. As I look around myself and absorb the experiences of those I work with, shop with, buy beer with, and live with, the mind is sparked. The food for thought is presented even in this house. My parents, after all, through circumstances, have brought me here.

I'm not crying, but it does make me sad to see this type of inactivity. I suppose the stable are required to produce those who will venture onward and progress. At least that's how I remember it. All it took was a look at how some were born, raised, and promised bright futures, grew older only to die. They, having never ventured forth to experience the unknown, were unfortunate I suppose. I do not pity them though. Because, as humans we must make for ourselves what we do not have. And, if some do not want to have, they will go without, never realizing the benefits and/or pitfalls of the unknown.

To sum things up: Brownwood sucks.

Anyways, I'm gonna work on getting drunk. You guys fill me in.

Decipher this..

bum bum

dis is fo you

Old Dirty Bananas, in the digital.

I now like the triple mirrors!

Hanging out with Jared(electro jared coming in from Steers and Queers land in the middle)

Below are some pictures..

How proper of an intro for these fantastic shits. I got some fresh and some hesh; a few new and a few throwbacks. Keep a keen eye and jam on these!

Anatomy of a pro:

Notice the left hand on the knee for stabilization, and the precise 55 degree bottle tilt, as to avoid any foamage. The verticality of the throat makes for fine flow to the tum-tum.

Troll a la Dent

Double-Pedal

After driving to DFW, I drove to The Bridge on a whim. I decided I was gonna learn myself some double-pedal drummin's, and I did. Sweatin' beer the whole while.

Hell Wall 04

Holy Shit! It's David Blaine with a sub!

Bunker D come correct!

Somethin' gnarly comes this way..

Jack yo shit up a notch!

Here's a throwback all the way from St. Matthews' stovetop.

About to get some throwback banished from the mouth.

See: Throw Up Contest - TOSFUSION

Throwback.

Ramblin' Binge..

I don't know what's going on with the AOL, I never receive those messages.

Anyway, I all but swore off drinking for a week after a month-long sober-hiatus. Guess what, that lasted about three-four days. I got off early today and have a 40 in hand. Some times just call for a nice cold one(s). Apparently, this is one of those times.

It seems Tim is experiencing the cameraman phenomenon. And, he probably doesn't mind.

Is that the "welfare" child Brandon has? And, how's his house coming?

I got to drink and get in Ramblin' mode.

Ramblin

I was just sitting here drinking again and looking at the blog and realized that we haven't had any new pics posted in a while so I thought shit I will just have to go and post some. They might be kinda big but i didn't feel like editing them at this time. That could change in the future. For now just deal with it you damn no posting pic members. Maybe we should add some new members to this blog so that somebody actually adds something a little more often. Anyway, on with the pics. I'll probably edit this post later and add some comments but for now just enjoy the damn pics.








I guess it's true, good things do come from being good(see next pic)


Ok, so I got to go ahead and comment on this one. What the hell are you all doing on my furniture!!??

What's up fool

Damn Jared, how come everytime I try and say something to you on IM you just log off? What's up wit dat foo!!!? Anywho, had some fun with Works this weekend out in the middle of nowhere, that's always good. Hopefully we will be rockin out again soon and will have something to send you.

P.S. Some other people better start posting on this bitch on a more regular basis soon or I'm gonna start going JoJo on your asses.

Speaking of..

I had Teddy Ruxpin; the one that you put the tape in his back and the bastard told stories and shit. I still have Snoopy and ALF dolls of the same type. I gots robots!

jebus chrizzle

dats right
my comp is getting fixed hence there being no awesome posts from me or from the investor not much going on here though just going to make some fun on sunday night and thats it im at my parents house right now on their comp so you best quit with all the guilt trippin and other shit you homo.
Well thats realy all i got im going to go watch teddy ruxpin and captain power

im out like my back was last year

Beer Night # Binge..

To the Alcoholic: It's always a thrill to find some beer stashed somewhere; even better than finding a twenty in the wallet. Yeah, that measure of stoke.. Saves a trip to Thorntons.

To the lazyman: The interaction level has been quite low as of late. Summer break perhaps? The internet is your friend motherfuckers. Maybe I am too... (Guilt Trip bitches!)

The Alcoholic, FYI: Do not eat the KFC and pass out drunk with your mashed potatoes half off - you will dream the dreams of the insane. I did. I actually woke up checking my sides for incisions. I dreamed my kidneys or liver was snatched up. No shit.

OK now sums, I am going to buy a Tascam. Tim, I am going to buy a Tascam. This means the 'Mix Tape Challenge' will come true. I totally want this shit to happen... and I want to come back home.

Beer night #2

Another crappy night of work gone by. Got home and thought I was gonna have to hit the hard stuff when I opened up a bottom door and found another stash of beer. At least that was a good thing. Beer and Gunsmoke, that's a good time. Anyway, should be a good weekend, goona go out and make some works bo...(should come up with a different word for use on message boards)...poppers.

So when are we going to start exchanging music and shit so we can start "playing together" again. Brandon and I got together a little while back and tried mixing up some new shit. Hopefully we will have another session in the near future.

Well hopefully I can get some conversation going on this here board again cause lately it's been kinda slow. Later.

Yeah, Chicken and Beer..

I got my shit together, hit the sto's, and now I'm enjoying my chicken and Beer. Bruce The Shank jacked one of my bits while I was in the rest-o-room. Bastard.

I updated my website a little. Oh, I got a website again. It's leroymc.com. Still managing the uploads and construction, but it's there.

I'm planning a winter party. November sum'? Perhaps if you all commit, it will happen. Or, I will book you and you will come. I said come.

Also on note: beer is now a proper noun. It is Beer. Capitalize thine master.

All Hail Tito..

It's about time somebody else gets drunk and rambles on. I find that sometimes I come up with the best shit that way. Anyways..,

Hail Tito for deciding tonight's activities: drinking, rambling, and whatever else random I do; you know how I do..

I got out early today, 3 or so, and have been listless to this point. I then spotted one German Answer (a warm beer) on my desk, and Tito's post popped up. Guttermouth on the playlist. Right then and there, a moment of true inspiration. Beer, Computer..

And yo, that's my term fools. I liked Mr. Ed personally.

good old days.

To start I got home today(actually thursday but for us UPS'ers Wednesday) and just felt like gettin drunk so please excuse any typing errors that might exist. On the way out of work the subject of old ass cartoons you grew up with was the subject. Damn being a kid used to be great, not a damn thing to care about except what time Today's Special(Yea that's right I found out the name of the program bitches) came on and shit like that. Anywho, I got home and started lookin around cause I didn't have nothing better to do besides drink and...well yea, and I found a site that actually helped me remember the name of that show...http://www.johnnorrisbrown.com/classic-nick/todaysspecial/index.htm


Along with that show were some other good ones I grew up with like "Inspector Gadget", "hey dude", and "Clarissa explain it All"(I had a little thing for Melissa Joan Hart, maybe not in the earlier years but as the show progressed..well http://entak.com/pictures/Melissa%20Joan%20Hart3.jpg ..yea.)

Gettin drunk and thinking about the old days..aah. Nothing like the good old days way back when It can suck sometimes though, rmembering people you don't get to see any more for instance. Got a few of those, one I really wonder about though it has been about 15 years since I actually last saw her. One or two others but that one the most...kinda sucks I don't even have a good drinking budy no more.

Anwyay aint been much going on here lately besides working on my house, workin, and a little bit of fun o nthe weekends.

TAlking about good old days I remember when me and Jared used to talk online on AOL and get drunk together even though we only lived like 30 secons away from each other. That was fun...taking a pause to go get some more to drink be right back...mmmkay, I'm back....anyway there have been many fun night with with my old drinkin budy already mentioned somewhere here or there on this site.

Hell, I used to even watch Nick-at-night. Good shows there too like Get Smart...Yea that was a great one. That's pretty much when i started staying up late. Was up till about 5am watching Nick-at-night, had to be sometime before 5th grade because that was at my old house. ...Be back again....Well, that sucks i just got to my last drink. What a damn sahme, nowhere near enough to get me throug this, for that I need to pass out..oh well.

At this point I am wondering what all I have actually just typed but just don't really care to go back and read it to really find out so if it just seems stupid just ignore it.

Gunsmoke is a damn fine show...old but stilla good show, especially in the early morning hours...

Yea, them were the good old days...I think I'll chance the title of this post, its just better.. The good old days, old memories, old cartoons and shows, old missed girls and best friends and all that jazz but that's just the ramblin of a drunk so whats it all matter? I think I'm gonna need some more alcohol for tomorrow night. Later to all.

ODB suckas!

Today's Special Announcement: I've officially changed my name to Old Dirty Bananas. Accordingly, my new gang is similarly labeled. Exactly.

Bow to the Old Dirty Bananas. We will rock you.

Gross.

I am the only one in this gang. The only child who detests Napoleon Dynamite. It's the only movie I truly hate, out of the zillion selections, the only one. That movie depicted so many characters and comments that I've already seen/heard/experienced in my own life thus far. I am completely jaded I suppose. In my own family, there've been wilder characters, not to mention the many kooks I've met in my travels. The movie is so regular to me, I am numb to its humor.

I can, however, understand everyone's appeal to the movie. Because, hell yes, it was fun while I was there too.

Oh, and I saved a kitten from under a rig at work today.

SHUVIN' DYNAMITE UP THAT ASS

For starters Napolean Dynamite is indeed a funny movie from the beginning with the wrestler guy out the window all the way to the final tetherbell showdown, it is a damn fine movie.i mean who builds a cake thats hilarious happy hand are also equally as amusing. and boo hoo its not a real sledgehammer fuck you, you couldnt find an original one if you had too. uncle rico throwing steak, throwning footballs over mountains, ball-shocking time machines, and best of all living in the middle of idaho in a
MOTHERFUCKING ORANGE VAN!!!

How can you not love it, i do not understand.
I could go to even greater lengths about this movie and rex kwon do but i wont unless further provoked by someone

Im done
oh yeah
YOUR MOM GOES TO COLLGE.
BITCH

Bruce the Shank

Check out his rad pubic trim!

Bung Bung.

The last is just a reference to my ramblings. There'll be a few less here, because I finally joined SG, so I'm spewing most of those there.

"They shoulda never gave this muthafucka words!"

Choke on this Lovelace!

Dear Linda, I've since joined SG while here in the Texhole after some period of thumbnail admiration and ingesting script; and, apparently love run-on sentences. To unburden your mind with the post-sip ramblings of a mad-lingual scientist, I have decided to finally see the big show. This may come as a shock to you, but I'm now content to spread my subjective seed on the Suicide Go crowd and dunk on their souls.

Hop Hop lady, I'm out.

LMC

And this shit too!

I have a current little peeve that's really crawling under my hide concerning the people that won't stop raving about Napoleon Dynamite:

Despite the complete regularity of the flick making it suck hard, the damn bike wasn't even a real Sledgehammer. I had that shit, until just a few years back when it payed an eternal visit to the junkyard. I bought it brand new at Zayre's with some saved paper route money. That shit had orange forks alright, but the bars where 'Longhorn' shaped and there was some 'shock boot' material on the seat post, not to mention... The details of the bile/bike were way the hell off in the movie; it looked like some damn Roadmaster spruce goose piece Kryloned over.

Those littles had a small ass ramp getup too. We always had at least three cinder blocks on the stack.

Damn I hate that movie. And I'm done.


They should've made that shit Napoleon Dolomite. Rudy Ray would've dunked on your souls, bitches.

I just brainstormed this shit here..

Benders, mmmmm!

The Beer Belt:

No, not some championship award, but an actual holster targeted toward the alcoholic on the go. It'd be the perfect utility for the woodland party where the beer is usually stored back in the car, a hike away, free from prying eyes and thirsty mouths. Keep them shits close, a grasp away. I think I recall (I think..) them being at Spencers.

Sure, it'd be awkward at first and probably dumb-as-a-hipsack looking; but, you're an alcoholic, what do you care?..

However, I've another idea.. an improvement even:

The Beer Bandolier. Yes right fools! When I was little, I had a Chewbaca Bandolier that held Star Wars figures. I figured why not reminisce a bit and recount the past design technology that helped me be so damn cool as a kid? Fuckin' A!

Fuckin' A right muthafucka!

I threw that title up there with my strong ass pimp-arm; the one attached to my pimp-hand , obviously equally as strong.

Yo!, I pity the fool. Umm, yeah, and I love it when a plan comes together.

Bitch.

yo yo yo im alive

whats up not sure what plans are made for any trip i might get a full time job for a month or so to build up some cash for some other expenses i have one if whisch is a guitar.

But if you get any ideas let me know. hey i will be in ST. Louis july 9th thru the 10th for a concert if anyone is interested it will be a full day of hardcore and metal for all. and warped tour in indy. is july 20th so you have to work around those dates for any plans that might go down

well im at work and now i have to go out to posi 2 where i now work as of last month its the suck but no longer have to deal with cecil.

later

Ya want Nacho cheese with that whine?

Here ya go fuckers. Now they are links and not pics. Better?