Every now and then I realize how much I love my town. Last night -- D.Troit was, in fact, rock city.
Kira and I showed up to the SGB ready to be everything you want to be and more , as per usual, but this time things would be sligtly different as not 15 minutes after arriving we were surrounded by even more awesome.
Team Awesome to be precise. After giving them what must have been the strangest look they've received on their lap around the Oosa when they called me by my first and last name, I realized that plastic and I go way back. SG makes the world a size of a little broken off hunk of brownie. Al completes Team Awesome and certainly adds quite a bit to the awesome factor of said team. This woman will rock your fucking world, bahhhhlleeeeve-it.
veganpunk, who I've also known since I wore briefs, came around just before the lot of us nearly thew down on a small group of Nazi skinheads.
Nazis?! At the SGB?! Yeah, we're talking enormous swastica tattoo on a woman with a sleeveless dress. ENORMOUS, with the whole Nazi crest around it and everything... now I can handle pretty much any kind of expression without staring, but that, my fine friends, is not okay. She was later joined by her snotforbrains, lowest-life-form, bald headed boyfriend and a gaggle of other gunt-holes.
al wanted to puke in their mouths; I was all for it.
Went out to CityClub afterwards with the SGB girls, Team Awesome, and SGDetroit; I didn't stay long as to be completely honest, that place gives me the creeps like a self-inflicted wet willy.
Nixon, who is absolutely dazzling, informed me that it was, in fact, a good club and that perhaps I was just dressed inappropriately... and me without my mesh shirt.
and thanks to stormy, I have a hickey suitable for cancer tests... fucker.
Anyway, I'm starving and the Farmer's Market is half a block away. Go to Team Awesome's Website and pledge anything you can to get them home safe; you don't want plastic to end up selling his testicles.
hopefully someone took pictures (not of his testicles).
Kira and I showed up to the SGB ready to be everything you want to be and more , as per usual, but this time things would be sligtly different as not 15 minutes after arriving we were surrounded by even more awesome.
Team Awesome to be precise. After giving them what must have been the strangest look they've received on their lap around the Oosa when they called me by my first and last name, I realized that plastic and I go way back. SG makes the world a size of a little broken off hunk of brownie. Al completes Team Awesome and certainly adds quite a bit to the awesome factor of said team. This woman will rock your fucking world, bahhhhlleeeeve-it.
veganpunk, who I've also known since I wore briefs, came around just before the lot of us nearly thew down on a small group of Nazi skinheads.
Nazis?! At the SGB?! Yeah, we're talking enormous swastica tattoo on a woman with a sleeveless dress. ENORMOUS, with the whole Nazi crest around it and everything... now I can handle pretty much any kind of expression without staring, but that, my fine friends, is not okay. She was later joined by her snotforbrains, lowest-life-form, bald headed boyfriend and a gaggle of other gunt-holes.
al wanted to puke in their mouths; I was all for it.
Went out to CityClub afterwards with the SGB girls, Team Awesome, and SGDetroit; I didn't stay long as to be completely honest, that place gives me the creeps like a self-inflicted wet willy.
Nixon, who is absolutely dazzling, informed me that it was, in fact, a good club and that perhaps I was just dressed inappropriately... and me without my mesh shirt.
and thanks to stormy, I have a hickey suitable for cancer tests... fucker.
Anyway, I'm starving and the Farmer's Market is half a block away. Go to Team Awesome's Website and pledge anything you can to get them home safe; you don't want plastic to end up selling his testicles.
hopefully someone took pictures (not of his testicles).
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So thats a no go