We go to Costco and buy like 50 Hulkster Grills. We paint em all (FDA approved!) lime green.
Then we take a picture of Mickey holding one of his dogs in a nice setting. Cue in the sound of a sizzling grill. Maybe some waves and a cool song in the background.
Voice over of Mickey saying;
" Tired a eatin' at just any flea-bitten Diner, people. Aren't ya'll just tired o' that crap.
Well, if you're like me, u probably want to just stay home with the pets, y'know.
But you still want sometum' better than take out. Am I right!?
Well, folkes, you want the Wrestler. You'll never wanna eat out again.
You got Mickey's guarantee. It's one hot little doggie!"
We don't even need to tell Mickey or the Hulkster.
When we get sued, we'll just pout and tell em' we're Canadians, eh.
We didn't know, we're just trying to feed our pets. So, fuck off.
C Win/Win bcause by then we'll have made a secret deal with Proctor & Gamble
I like it. Will we try and make it rusty and such to fit Mickey's rough exterior? Especially his role in the wrestler... he looks pretty... pretty bad.
I like it. Will we try and make it rusty and such to fit Mickey's rough exterior? Especially his role in the wrestler... he looks pretty... pretty bad.
He looks pretty bad from all those years a' eating out, we tell em.
And definitely, we play up the rusty, rough exterior angle.
Hell, man, we're on our way.
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I like it. Will we try and make it rusty and such to fit Mickey's rough exterior? Especially his role in the wrestler... he looks pretty... pretty bad.
Again. Sorry for the poaste jump, but I'm tired of the Raptor game and the Wolf Blass is going to my head. So...
To summarize: We take a little Canadian ingenuity, add some Swiss precision, and top off with a splash of goood ol' American Super Bowl Theatrics to form 'The Wrestlin' Team.'
So that we have a precision Alarm Clock with a trigger relay with digital connections to various other portals--this thing rings in the morning and YOU push snooze thus setting off the various triggers engaged to: a grill that cooks bacon (for u & u'r doggie), a coffee brewer that brews (u'r favorite blend), and maybe a toaster (bagels & lox) and an IPOD?
And this whole 'TEAM' can sit upon a reasonably priced IKEA unit.
And then good morning f'n' sunshine. A rusty sunbeam. And a jolt into reality.
**Now, later, in dreams, I'm a gonna be all sugar plums and 'Wrasslin' Dawn.'**
part a me is sick
peace out
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I fucked the thread up.
And I like the color green. That's a cool color.
One theory, and it's just a stoopid theory, is that the information travelled through space as a spore. Say a mushroom spore. And that spore touches down on Earth. It travels on what, a meteorite. Whatever. It gets here. Grows. Into a mushroom. Somebody eats it, and BOOM; they see Sirius, or something. A pyramid. Etc...
Or aliens. Cute little fuzzy ones, like penquins, perhaps.
Oh. Burnt my feet on the grill. Fucking George. I'm switching to the Hulkster.
Had a rough time tapping at the Rock Show.
LMAO
I picked her, too
She seems like a dog person
p.s. i like the #'s there
She's into dogs, and anything that can potentially cook dogs. Either that or the Boston Pizza guy will offer us money to make him a new grill... Either way, we've got money going our way.
She's into dogs, and anything that can potentially cook dogs. Either that or the Boston Pizza guy will offer us money to make him a new grill... Either way, we've got money going our way.
That + Mickey just won a Golden Globe for best actor and the last peoples he thanked were his doggies ( both living and deceased--he started to say a eulogy but they began playing the 'get off the stage music'). Fucking brilliant. It's probably on YouTube already.
*tail in between legs*
sorry i don't have a link
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
We go to Costco and buy like 50 Hulkster Grills. We paint em all (FDA approved!) lime green.
Then we take a picture of Mickey holding one of his dogs in a nice setting. Cue in the sound of a sizzling grill. Maybe some waves and a cool song in the background.
Voice over of Mickey saying;
" Tired a eatin' at just any flea-bitten Diner, people. Aren't ya'll just tired o' that crap.
Well, if you're like me, u probably want to just stay home with the pets, y'know.
But you still want sometum' better than take out. Am I right!?
Well, folkes, you want the Wrestler. You'll never wanna eat out again.
You got Mickey's guarantee. It's one hot little doggie!"
We don't even need to tell Mickey or the Hulkster.
When we get sued, we'll just pout and tell em' we're Canadians, eh.
We didn't know, we're just trying to feed our pets. So, fuck off.
C Win/Win bcause by then we'll have made a secret deal with Proctor & Gamble
Haha
__________________ "WITHOUT A LITTLE EVIL, GOOD WOULD NEVER EXIST"
It's almost interesting, knowing that none of my poastes show up except to probably like Dan and the mods and shit. I could be that new, extra page that you click on, and NOTHING IS THERE so it just takes you back a page. I could be that secret evil that confuses you slightly. For I am one of the phantoms of global ignore. I am another random ghost of TDN.
It's almost interesting, knowing that none of my poastes show up except to probably like Dan and the mods and shit. I could be that new, extra page that you click on, and NOTHING IS THERE so it just takes you back a page. I could be that secret evil that confuses you slightly. For I am one of the phantoms of global ignore. I am another random ghost of TDN.
*haunts*
O phantom spirit, thank you for haunting me. Invisible, and globally ignored like air.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
No. She hears Tool and leaves the room. Last week she was bugging me to find her Panic At The Disco. (shudder!) And I told her, this week I'm all about the Foo's/Trew's/and Rage. Pick one of those? She took the Trews.
Sidenote: Have you heard this band called the Airbourne Toxic Event? I checked out Binaer Pilot and found it interesting and refreshing.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
No. She hears Tool and leaves the room. Last week she was bugging me to find her Panic At The Disco. (shudder!) And I told her, this week I'm all about the Foo's/Trew's/and Rage. Pick one of those? She took the Trews.
Sidenote: Have you heard this band called the Airbourne Toxic Event? I checked out Binaer Pilot and found it interesting and refreshing.
I've never heard of that band before. What style are they?
I'm glad you liked BinaerPilot... despite not amusing the Bin, I find them to be quite good. Especially the album Sickness Session and the song Rocket.
I've never heard of that band before. What style are they?
I'm glad you liked BinaerPilot... despite not amusing the Bin, I find them to be quite good. Especially the album Sickness Session and the song Rocket.
Shit. Quickly, I'd say Arcade Fire+Wall of Voodoo. New and old. Like a rocket the song just lifted off...which segues me to the Sickness Session. Thanks.
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That was a win, so now I can buy myself, oh, about 62 beers. Three more and I could drink one for every Tool song. Is that right?
depends how technical you want to get. my computer says there is 63, but that is because opiate and gaping lotus experience is the same track, as is lamc and maynards dick. if you want to count tracks, there is what; like 132?(cause of disgustipated)