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futuresailors wrote:

ms1012 wrote:so i was playing basketball last night, and i jammed my finger going for a loose ball. woke up this morning, and i can't move my index finger on my left hand. tried playing guitar, but that was a major fail. fuckkkkkk

You probably jammed it into or out of the joint. If you have health insurance/can go to a doctor for free, have them check it out...if not, try to see if you can feel something wrong and give it a good push, pull accordingly.
I dislocated my thumb skiing and now it's forever out...

it's got movement today. couple of bruises and guitar is still a no, but at least i can move it today.

my cousin is such an enormous douchebag sometimes. he majored in music and has his masters and teaches at college and blah blah blah. so he thinks he knows everything. the entire time i was doing my college search and shit he told only to apply in state, out of state schools don't give a fuck about me, where you specifically go doesn't really mean shit, i won't get any financial aid/scholarships because my GPA is too low (i guess he through you need a 4.0 for everything?) and i'm such an awffffulll student and human being, etcetc... we don't talk any more because i can't handle so much negativity from a single person. he's like 8 years older than me and attempts to act like my parent. but my mom raised me to know that age does not really mean shit, so he gets mad when i disregard his 'superior life experience.' he thinks my brother and i need a father figure so he tries to act like one.

however, he does call my mom and check up on me every now and then. mom told him i'm going to an out of state school and i got a scholarship and he fucking flipped out. he's bitter, i think. everything good that happens to me, he just can't be happy for me (or pretend to.) once i went to a concert by myself (i've done it before but mom mentioned it to him this time, sigh...) he TOOK ME ASIDE and fucking yelled at me. my mom didn't even get mad at me for going to the show, but he did?

Fun Fun Fun Fun....that is all.

Rock> <hard place

so i have two options

a) my pedal has been sitting in St.Louis post office for 9 days

b) USPS tracking is fucked up

none of them is OK

Both!
It took a month for a pedal to get from Spunx to me, and they never updated the tracking or left a note that it was in New York. Now it's back at Spunx workshop o doom.

Fuck USPS. Fuckem with a broomhandle.

worst part is that if it won't come till april, i'll have to pay extra 20% tax... that's additional 30$ just because our laws are changing

and also there can be other problems... if our customs inspectors will be mean

One of the punk motherfuckers in the band next door to my band's room pissed on our door. I normally don't jump to conclusions about shit like this, but given the fact that their band and our band were the only people there, and they don't like us or our music, IT WAS THEM. So, I need suggestions on adequate revenge aside from pounding their faces in. I don't want to go to jail. I'm too pretty.

theactionindex wrote:One of the punk motherfuckers in the band next door to my band's room pissed on our door. I normally don't jump to conclusions about shit like this, but given the fact that their band and our band were the only people there, and they don't like us or our music, IT WAS THEM. So, I need suggestions on adequate revenge aside from pounding their faces in. I don't want to go to jail. I'm too pretty.

sneak into their space and tamper with the fuse in one of their amps

bob the r0bot wrote:

theactionindex wrote:One of the punk motherfuckers in the band next door to my band's room pissed on our door. I normally don't jump to conclusions about shit like this, but given the fact that their band and our band were the only people there, and they don't like us or our music, IT WAS THEM. So, I need suggestions on adequate revenge aside from pounding their faces in. I don't want to go to jail. I'm too pretty.

sneak into their space and tamper with the fuse in one of their amps

and i thought we were a mature click

tuffteef wrote:

bob the r0bot wrote:

theactionindex wrote:One of the punk motherfuckers in the band next door to my band's room pissed on our door. I normally don't jump to conclusions about shit like this, but given the fact that their band and our band were the only people there, and they don't like us or our music, IT WAS THEM. So, I need suggestions on adequate revenge aside from pounding their faces in. I don't want to go to jail. I'm too pretty.

sneak into their space and tamper with the fuse in one of their amps

and i thought we were a mature click

Is the other bands named We Piss on Your Door?

You could one up them and write "Punk is Dead!" on their door in feces.

but seriously, punk IS dead.

Definitely wouldn't ever break into someone's space/fuck with their shit, and poopy is eww-ey(sp?), so I guess the only solution is to lock them in their room from the outside and play Celine Dion at ear piercing levels from every other room surrounding theirs until they commit suicide and then pee on their stuff.

Get a bass amp and an oscillator you can tune and play it at a feq that's just above inaudible you know really low brown note and face the amp at their door... Lock them in (done it to my 4am rock out neighbors) and wait till they puke on each other... then pee on their stuff...

theactionindex wrote:Definitely wouldn't ever break into someone's space/fuck with their shit, and poopy is eww-ey(sp?), so I guess the only solution is to lock them in their room from the outside and play Celine Dion at ear piercing levels from every other room surrounding theirs until they commit suicide and then pee on their stuff.

sonidero wrote:Get a bass amp and an oscillator you can tune and play it at a feq that's just above inaudible you know really low brown note and face the amp at their door... Lock them in (done it to my 4am rock out neighbors) and wait till they puke on each other... then pee on their stuff...

I like the idea of playing Celine Dion better (a lot more horrible)... but you will torture your self at the same time... hmmmm

Maybe loan your practice space to a Celine Dion cover band for a month.

I could just send this guy to sort it out.

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