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Keep rocking with the Dustins

You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.

I really want to like this video. After all, it is an homage to American Psycho AND The Talking Heads. I'm withholding judgment; what do you think? Gettin' er or Ill?

Miles Fisher - This Must Be The Place (Cover) from Miles Fisher on Vimeo.

More thoughts on the Talking Heads

riding a bike down a dark path at night with a backpack when you've had too much to drink and can no longer tell directions . . . . . . .

Rocking out,

You know what the problem is with public transportation in the suburbs? There is none. The following story is one situation I dealt with personally and must share for it tells a tale of rocking and getting er done.

It all began on a my way to Evanston via the CTA from work with a pint of bourbon and a liter of cocacola.

----The four of us had had a great night,; judah, hill and fish had been partying and I had been making it rain at work mr. manager style. I got out of work around 1:30 at which point I grabbed my pack-back (containg a pint, and a cold beverage) and hopped on the next red line towards Howard. Before I knew it I was drunk in Judah's bedroom arguing with Hill over why grudge music is legit and the essence of Kurt Cobain. Soon after that we got er done and chilled out at which point most were ready to pass out. I agreed, but I was unaware how little I wanted to sleep after laying awake for an hour straight.

Well fuck, now I'm wide awake laying on the futon, which I shot-gunned, and for the life of me I don't know why I can't sleep. I've had work seven straight days and tomorrow is my chance to catch up, if only I could have collapsed in the fashion one becomes accustomed to after a night of drinking good imported beer, bourbon and getting down with the chronic. On this night there was going to be little sleep for me as I was destined for greater adventure than a seven hour snooze fest with a red bearded jew.

I leapt out of my hunter green futon to the noise of three snoring men and an oncoming hangover. My pocket were nearly empty only a grape flavored cigar and a single square to last me the from the 4 a.m. start time to my marathon finish at home.

When I hit the street I saw nothing but the night leaving over the horizon with the oncoming dawn ready to embrace the new day. For at-least 15 minutes I walked without consciousness, simply instinct and grit. After realizing that in order to walk the necessary amount home I would probably be better off catching a train in a couple of hours. Instead I decided to find a better method than the wait and see approach. I sought out a bicycle, weaving up and down alleys and Wilmette streets trying to find the right place, but nothing could be found. Instead I finally reached the Kenilworth Metra station at which point I saw a bike rack and a bench. The colors seemed to have all turned into a brownish tint by this time as I took a quick seat next to a series of bird shits on the wood beneath my ass.

Within a few seconds I noticed a few old tarnished bikes set off to the side of the rack which had no locks. One was a blue Schwinn with rust up and down the frame and only one of the gear connection wires attached. A black office clip held the frame together near the head. This was my ticket home and off I went down the Green Bay trail in the pitch black.

I must have spent about 40 minutes riding the 2.5 miles it took to get home, because I couldn't see a thing. My hands could barely hold the wheels straight and I became increasing paranoid about the night goblins and late night freaks or animals which could possibly endanger me. By the time I hit downtown Glence where the Metra railroad goes over Hazel Street I had had enough. I took the bike to the top of the tracks at 5:30 a.m. and tossed it east, off the bridge, towards the lake directly onto the pavement over 20 feet below.

By the time I got home on my feet the sun was coming up over Lake Michigan and I walked to the end of plane and watched for some 10 minutes or so. Feeling fulfilled I celebrate my victory once I got inside and I hit the pillow at 6.

By the way: This is how badly you have to want it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wNd-CIBie8s

My balls is heavy

Rocking,

So it's been a while. Since my last post, the real Big Aristotle even switched teams. The Big Aristotle has never been one to make excuses, but the Big Aristotle has also never been one to speak in the third person, so I should pretty much go fuck myself. That being said, let's move on to this week's juicy McGoodness.

Music

As the biggest of NJ's can attest, I've been on a pretty solid hate streak as of late. There's nothing that makes me happier than a good piece of hate, preferably directed towards someone I really don't like. Usually, I prefer to do the hating on my own, but recently, a certain celebrity has really done some damn good work. Enter: Eminem.

Eminem released one of the greatest pieces of hate I have seen in a long time. Even better than Willie Wonka's stream of hate on Charlie after he accused him of cheating with the bubble machine thing but then actually gave him the chocolate factory. In Eminem's new rap, "Warning", he comes back and absolutely demolishes Mariah Carrey and Nick Cannon. Carrey supposedly dissed Em in her track "Obsessed", referring to their unconfirmed relations in the past. Em goes off with some pretty awesome lines, calling her many names including "whore" and "the c-word". He also hates on Nick Cannon, which is pretty much easier than any of the chicks that Lombardo has ever anally penetrated. Nick Cannon is such a poon. For your listening pleasures, below is a link to this wonderous piece of hate.

Eminem- Warning

Here's some more good hate, with The Game's recent Jay-Z diss.

The Game- I'm So Wavy

Sports

Moving on. Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz were just announced as being member's of the 104-player long list of players who used PED's in 2003. How did this make the news? Is anyone really surprised at this? First of all, Manny Ramirez was already suspended for 50 games this year in violation of the leagues drug policy, and this is surprising? And Big Papi? He's in more of a slump than the Athletic Director after we all found out he was gay! Just kidding, but seriously. He's put up shitty numbers, and has bigger tits than Jenna Jameson in Backdoor Bangers VII, and we all thought he wasn't on steroids? C'mon people, get real here. 95% of the league was on steroids in '03, and 80% is on the juice now. Let's just keep enjoying the dingers, and let this one slide. Chicks dig the long ball.

News

For those of you that haven't been paying attention, CNN always has 9 or so important pieces of news on their top headlines and one completely irrelevant piece of news to keep douchebag readers like myself interested. And sure enough, one of them happened to catch my eye. The headline read, "Farmer saves $200,000 with poo power." First of all, anytime I see the word poo in writing, it makes me laugh. Really hard. Second of all, I don't care how much Farmer Joe is saving here, there is no way in hell I'm scraping up pounds upon pounds of cow shit just to toast my fucking bread in the morning. I'll either deal with untoasted bread, eat some Cheerios, or pay the damn electricity bill. Why is this dude being such a Jew? Maybe I'm being a little over judgmental here, but I think we should put our efforts towards more productive things, like anything else other than using poo for energy. That being said, maybe him collecting cow shit is for good. I got to see the word poo in writing. Haha, poo.

Shorts

I've really enjoyed how some of my fellow contributors have used a "shorts" section, so I'm gonna give you all some delicious tid bits as well.

The baseball bat pepper mill

Not using your hand to wipe your ass

A goat yelling really silly-like

I think we're done here. May the next one not be so far in the future. BA out.

His Ears Were Like Velvet

So I know this might be a little untraditional when it comes to blogging, but I had to make my debut on this website about a pug person who probably rocked harder than anyone else. Ladies and gentleman I am talking about the biggest piece of shit that has ever existed--a.k.a. BIFF. Now you see Biff wasn't just any ordinary worthless pet that you kept around as company. He was much more. Ahh, I remember the days when Biff used to eat rocks outside our house, choke on them, yet keep at it like a champ and go for seconds. Hell, he spent half of his life just trying to figure out how to use his respiratory system, and we're all pretty sure that he should have died way before his time. Yes I know this post sucks and is probably a big waste of time to everyone involved, but to those who knew him (I'm talking about you nut bust and wikes), then you definitely agree with me when I say Biff not only rocked but got er done over and over and over. You let us all down. And I'm sorry we lost your ashes. RIP you POS.

Why is Autism so in right now?

This is kind of an old case but Gary McKinnon must be honor semi-immediately.

Gary McKinnon Google Search

Despite Bruno's weak ass attempt at explaining the circumstances, how about the single largest government computer hack of all time. How about our government starts rocking out, and instead of putting this dude in jail, we sentence him to a life of indentured servitude and he protects our asses from someone doing this with malicious intent. Hard to rock any harder than a UFO obsessed, Asperger genius just trying to find out what bullshit the government is hiding from us. In rocking terms, breaking into NASA and US Navy's confidential documents would be like C. Scott and the AD starting a mosh pit with my rabbi while I was doing my haftarah.

Don't hate, USA

The John Daly Experiment

Since the beginning of time, I have been in love with john daly. Now he has his own television show coming out on the golf channel starting this fall. Gotta love it!

http://golf.fanhouse.com/2009/07/29/john-daly-has-a-new-reality-television-show-hilarity-ensues-du/

I also found out that he is on twitter. ROCK.

The AD.