Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009

Don't know if I should post this...

If Her sees this I'm FUCKED. (OH! Probably NSFW)

Literally!

And when I say "literally" I mean it's actually going to happen and not "take me more seriously."

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Shamrock Fest Write-Up

Alright, to those of you who don't know what Shamrock Fest is; it's a(n) (Irish) rock festival that has tons of drinking and supposedly Irish music in the DC metro area. The problem is that the only beer they have have bud light (@ $5 a pop) only some of the bands are really Irish or Irish sounding and there is a rather large amount of men walking around in kilts (which means that they aren't wearing underwear, because other wise it's a skirt). These are all decent reasons why not to go, certainly enough for me to not have gone until recently.

However Her loves Irish music, has never been to a concert, and wanted to do something for our 2 year anniversary the 14th (which was the day that the concert/festival was held). Sounded like the stars aligned and I was going to my first Shamrock Fest.

1:30 or so - we get there after an hour on the metro. I've never been to this before so I decided to wander around a bit and explore. Her explores with me. Once inside we find food places, rides and a map and schedule of going ons. Her decides to wait in line for a coffee and I would have waited with her except I hear some good tunes playing nearby.

Heartlessly I decide to head off to check out who it was, initially abandoning Her, who evidently decided that where ever I was going was going to be more interesting than a coffee line. Turns out I was right and our first band is (in my opinion) the best band we see all day. Every single band member was hardcore and Irish. I forgot their name but if you made heavy metal rape irish folk music and have that baby refuse to be aborted you'd have this band. I totally dug them and their sound and bought both CD's they were selling at the event.

2:40 or so - we find ourselves wandering around again trying to find other bands that I have at least heard of and looking at other things to see and do. Her believed that one of her more flamboyant co-workers was entered into the "best legs in a kilt - male catagory" and insisted that we had to go see. Until then she was cool with wandering around. We eat and see a couple more bands and Her gets into her very first mosh pit. Go baby. It's a rather mild one considering 1) there aren't that many people there and the music and crowd isn't all that angry of one. Still it is a mosh pit and she did go in which is more than I could have done considering my back and all... T_T

4:00 - Time for the best legs in a kilt competition. 25 guys compete for $500 and the title of best legs in shamrock fest. Only maybe 4 of the guys are cut and maybe MAYBE a total of 7 can be considered attractive. Of those 7 at least 2 (maybe 3) are gay. The rest are old and or fat.

I saw a lot of old fat penis that day.

If there is nothing else you get from this entry you should get this. I saw more old, fat penis than I have ever in my entire life... and I grew up with the internet! Shamrock fest shall forever be old, fat penis fest in my eyes.

Go old fat penis, you go and get your $500. And you too - hairy man with extra large holes in your underwear, go and get your second place prize of $100. Shake that thing too. What's that? You want to do a cart wheel? Go for it, just don't fall off the stage, cause I'd piss myself laughing if you did.

I wish I drank at this event.

Anyways we did more after that but at that point we've been rained on all day, it was cold and I can't for the life of me remember any of the band names I saw and liked. Other than the old female heavy metal group (who whild had some decent talent/skill didn't have any songs that were good), nothing can out smell the pungent stink of old fat penis.

So we left at around 5:30 but I think we had fun. And that's all I really can say about Shamrock fest.

*EDIT* I was told that the GOOD band's name is "Cutthroat Shamrock." Thanks babe.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Random Conversation 3/16/09

Too funny to not put up and all I have to do is ctrl-c, ctrl-v...

Me: Adam is asking me to be his wingman do you have any qualms with that?
HER: wing man for what
me: his date
HER: what does that entail?
liek a double date?
me: no idea other than no sex
HER: when?
so confused
me: "the idea is that we both bring someone to take the pressure off and leave an easy out"
-adam
HER: why would u bring an extra guy along on a date
oh uh ok so u would bring me
or would you bring an other girl so it would be like two first dates?
when is this?
me: I guess...
I have no idea when this is
HER: whatever b
so would i be ocming on thie wingman thing or he would find another girl for you
me: no just me and adam
HER: to go pick up girls
me: wingman is a friend that helps a guy increase his chances of getting some
usually a wingman has sex with the ugly friend so his friend can get laid
HER: o...k...
well u can't have sex with anyone
me: I know
I made that clear already
nor do I want to have sex with someone I just met
... unless they were comically fat
I'm talking 300-400 lbs
HER: u wanna have sex with somone like that
me: want to... and wouldn't say no to are entirely different things
HER: i'm sorry baby please don't take no offense to this but would your penis be long enough to get through all that
i mean you would have to have a 1 footer to get through 400 lbs
me: that's what I want to find out
HER: ech
i might not touch you after that
me: I might not want to touch me either
but think of the story

Took a handwritting analysis

Here's what it said...

You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.
You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough.
You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.
You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.
You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

Write up of Shamrock Fest coming soon when I get the time.