Comments on: errands

By: kevin

kevin — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 01:01:39 +0000

maybe i should paint trees on bags of dirt …

By: KD

KD — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 23:52:58 +0000

Dude, I loved Tree in Orange. Soon as you make it big that bad boy’s going on eBay…. That was good stuff. You should paint more trees and by all means keep buyin dirt in a bag. Maybe combine the two…

By: lt

lt — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 06:13:46 +0000

this post sounds a little bit like you’re losing your mind, you know, a little more deeply.

and i wholly support that.

By: nadskis

nadskis — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 04:00:19 +0000

i think pussyboy in its current incarnation is pretty good.

white, have you been to the doctor? you might have dengue fever.

By: Chin

Chin — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 03:38:00 +0000

It was about the Music for Activists crush/stalkie relationship:
Pussyboy, pussyboy . . . why are you stalking her?
Pussyboy, pussyboy . . . don’t you know you’re gay?
That’s all I remember. There may have been more.

By: kevin

kevin — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:10:39 +0000

oh, and the funniest thing about this post was that then next time i saw chicago mel, she says: “and that’s totally my mouth. how could you not know that?” a question for which i have no good answer …

By: kevin

kevin — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 16:02:06 +0000

the tragedy here is that my website has stopped letting me know when people comment on my posts. this is a bummer. i’m late on my responses. course i’ve had a fever from going on three days now, have missed two classes, had to cancel my class that i teach, and generally feel like a fucking loser right now. hooch, you’re the poet in the room, and i forever feel like a douche for buying dirt in bags. chin, i forgot all about pussyboy. Were there any more lyrics than ‘pussyboy?’ i can’t remember. white, how bout this one: ‘how many dickless, conservative, meat head, fascist, shit fucks does it take to render a two hundred square mile piece of land in southern california completely uninhabitable?’ instead of giving them the answer, just whip out your dick and piss on the guy closest to the stage, pistol whip his girlfriend with the mic, and ride off into the sunset.

By: nadskis

nadskis — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 10:33:54 +0000

can you do me a favor and try writing me a dick joke that works at the irvine improv? because after the last four or five times i’ve played that shithole it seems as though i don’t have one. imagine if a roomful of people told you your songs suck. that’s basically what happened to me last night. that’s kind of the opposite of love….or is it? moral of the story: stick to writing songs. it’s safer.

ps what’s pussyboy?

pps i hope someone carpet bombs orange county.

By: Chin

Chin — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 01:50:31 +0000

wtf dude? I get no love for penning the immortal “Pussyboy?” I think that one’s aged well.

By: Hooch

Hooch — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 05:43:57 +0000

come on man.
you never met a …
prescription drug
hallucinogenic drug
cock rocker
ball sack
sack of dirt
poem about love
picture about love
song about love
lover
lover named ——-
lover in europe
underage lover in europe
or underage lover’s father
that you didn’t like.
if you had, you wouldn’t be KC.
also, i guess i’ll have to stop making fun of people who buy dirt in bags.