sonofapunk

Oi!

How goes?

Do you know anybody who wants to go to Warped Tour this year? It doesn't matter where they are, I got a wicked hook-up for 'em. I'm part of the street team, and I have a super special link that gets you five dollars off of your ticket, and it's a pre-sale so you get the ticket before anyone else, and cheaper than them too! There's also a bunch of super special mega-fun-bonus-deluxe options that come with the presale and the presale only. Like passes and super discounted merch and half price rare/unreleased-warped-CD stuff. It's all quite funkadelic.

The only way to take advantage of such promotional offers are though a my special link, and only through my special link. If you go to the webbersite and sign up and junk without it, you get nothing special.

I repeat: The only way to save on your warped ticket and get it right freaking now, and have awesome offers for other shit too, IS THROUGH MY SPECIAL LINK .

SO CLICK HERE IF YOU WANT MY SUPER SPECIAL PROMOTIONAL PRESALE OFFERS! IT ONLY WORKS THROUGH THIS LINK!

It doesn't matter where you are. Anywhere. If you know anyone going to Warped, make sure they hear about this pronto like Tonto! And make sure they go through this link! Otherwise it's all for naught! Okies?

Tell all your friends because each district only allows so many presales. And get 'em quick, because presales end for different districts at different times. But I think the earliest ending one is like... A week from now. So no worries. Just hurry! Get 'em while you can!




In other news, I'm fuckin' happy. A giant tumour has been removed from my heart, and she's trying way too hard as we speak. She's dead to me. And it's for the better.

I regret nothing.

I just lived and learned.




I'm going to more shows, more parties, making more moolah through work, I'm well on my way to coming down to Cali for ink!

I got a rad switchblade. I need brass knuckles to go with it now.



I'm gonna post a bunch of videos. Because blogs with movement and noise are more fun!

My cousin Cassidy hit hard times in Winterpeg, trying to make it on his own through a life of crime. He's coming back home, bloody and battered. But home nonetheless. We used to fucking hate eachother. Same with my bro. Funny how much we all love eachother now.

Here's Cass:



When I get drunk, I play a lot of bass. I guess it might be because 90% of my friends are musicians, and into the same music I am... Generally...

Here's examples of so:











Forgive my shitty playing. I'm better sober. I promise.

Let's see here... We got a new member in our band! Her name's Lauren! And she's a fox! She let's me hog the bed! And she's an amazing singer! And she's our trumpeteer! And she's got the best taste in music! And best of all...

We wake up. We go into her kitchen. She makes me run to the store to get whipped cream. And when I come back, she's fuckin' made a bajillion fucking fresh homemade waffles!

Best part of all this?

She whips out a fat bottle of rye.

And we get drunk at 11am. Over homecooked (from scratch) waffles!

See?!



Isn't she ceeeyoooot?!



We sober up. Along the way, make fun of retards:



And confuse the crap out of the poor girl!



I've been having a lot of parties lately. And attending just as many. And twice as many shows.

Here, after a FUCKED UP event at another party (drummer of Secondrate Rejects, Willie was hosting), where some 'roid monkey beat the shit out of three girls half his fucking age, we went back to my place. As a joke, we put on some Skid Row for our buddy Fuzzy, to rip on him. 'Cause it's lame music. He's a good musician. But all he listens to is Skid Row and Green Day. Well, he's got better tastes. But those are his guilty pleasures. And we hold it against him. And mere moments after one of our buddies throws on some Skid Row, to poke fun, drunk Fuzzy misses the point and fuckin' sings along anyways. It was instantaneous! Like two notes, bam. Singing. With Skid Row.



And then, a few minutes after that, and ample rippage by all of us for it being so lame and funny, fuckin' Bonnie-Bones starts singing in like it's her favourite tune...



Speaking of Fuzzy... His best buddy-guy, Fat Dan was at Willie's aforementioned party, and he brought a box-o-wine. Of which he beer-bonged.



What you don't see is him being fine. Mellow for 5 minutes. Totally normal-drunk-Fat-Dan. And then he puts out the smoke. Looks at me and goes, in the most calm of voices, "Okay, here we go."

And turns his stomach inside out on my arms and leg.

Then 5-foot-bong's-used-for-a-week-water on the same area as Dan's stomach-wine spill.

I smelled like a Portugese Cathouse!

Yeah.

Life is good.

I make about 5 new friends each weekend these days! Ska and punk shows fucking rule for friend-making!

Seeing as we're all there to celibrate the same kind of unity afterall... Kind of rocks.

Anyhow...

I'm out!

I work too much! So I'm gonna go sleep so I can do that now!

Take care little buddies!

Live. Love.

- PunkerSlut