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The Fuckin' Whip Shit of All Shitter Bongers

Hi, I'm Adam and this is my blog, which is amazing. In it, I present issues of today. I hope you are edified, No gods no masters see a cop throw a rock. Have a blessed one.
Oct 1 '14
infamousnfamous:

memeguy-com:

Halloween display fell over

OR
THE FIRST CASUALTY OF THE SKELETON WAR

infamousnfamous:

memeguy-com:

Halloween display fell over

OR

THE FIRST CASUALTY OF THE SKELETON WAR

Oct 1 '14

(Source: slzk)

Oct 1 '14

(Source: ot63)

Sep 30 '14
robocratic-states:

Courtesy: Dangerous Minds

robocratic-states:

Courtesy: Dangerous Minds

Sep 29 '14

(Source: alexanderheir)

Sep 28 '14
kafkasapartment:

Building a Babylon, Tudor City, N.Y.C.(1929).  Martin Lewis. Drypoint on cream wove paper

kafkasapartment:

Building a Babylon, Tudor City, N.Y.C.(1929).  Martin Lewis. Drypoint on cream wove paper

Sep 28 '14

(Source: fax-the-facts)

Sep 27 '14

The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin’ Groovy)

citationneeded:

There is a lesser known urban legend that concerns how the song received its subtitle and many of its lyrics: supposedly the NYPD would take confiscated marijuana and burn it somehow, possibly in an incinerator, near the foot of the 59th st Bridge. Hippies, potheads, Paul Simon and probably more were reminded to “slow down…make the morning last” and enjoy the “fresh air” above on the bridge to “feel groovy”.

Link

Sep 27 '14

happyappy03:

lyxdelsic:

Tumblr is amazing

Sigh

Sep 24 '14
abandonedseveninches:

When I was in high school I set this show up with a “friend” of mine who, thanks to the wisdom of age, I can now confidently say was totally taking advantage of me. Memory is tricky, but I am pretty sure I signed the papers to rent the fire hall (from some Mennonite dudes who should have known better, to be honest), put down the deposit $ for the hall and the PA, and made the flyers. I’m not totally sure what he did aside from get this show hoisted upon him by an older, more experienced local show producer who either was busy that day or just didn’t feel like dealing with a bunch of Krishnas. CORRECT DECISION on his part. This thing ended up being a total shit show that I was in no way prepared to deal with as a 16 yr old.  The demographics of south central PA in the early 90s were such that there happened to be a shit ton of bored and disaffected teens everywhere. New suburbs built on what had been mostly Amish owned farmland exploded in the 80s, and young families flocked there for cheap housing. Schools were constantly being renovated and expanded to deal with the influx of kids in the area. By the early 90s grunge and alternative had arrived, the internet had not, and thusly it was fairly easy to attract a couple of hundred 13-18 yr olds to your horribly produced show in an events hall completely shitty acoustics on a Sunday afternoon, even if the bands involved were literally recruiting for a religious cult. Put flyers in a few record stores and pass them around at school and that’s all you really had to do. In retrospect this is mindblowingly weird and will never exist again. One feature of flyers from this era are the detailed directions to the venue- a result of dating from the pre-GPS era but also the circumstance that these shows often happened in the middle of many nowheres in places that you just wouldn’t know about unless you had a reason to go there.
This show stretched out over hours. Many of the kids attending had no interest in these few particular flavors of hardcore (you would just kind of go to ANY show back then) and this resulted in roving bands of teens with ministry shirts and manically panicked hair smashing the mailboxes of the Amish and Mennonite neighbors and jumping on cars and spraying the fire extinguishers all over the fire hall’s basement. 108 showed up hours late and therefore were playing past 10pm, the time when we had promised to end. Many volunteer fire dudes and some police arrived to shut it down, but 108- some of whom I want to say were most likely in their late 20s to early 30s at this point- were NOT having it. The fire dudes turned off all the lights and tried to unplug the amps, while the grown ass men and women on stage screamed I DEFY YOU in their faces to look tuff in front of a bunch of 15 yr olds.
Our friend with a van who had driven both us and the PA there was mysteriously absent after the arrival of the police. Before cell phones you could get away with basically any kind of asshole behavior like that. I actually had to call my dad at close to midnight on a Sunday and ask him to drive 40 minutes each way to pick up 2 idiots and a PA system. There are a few occasions where I thought I was about to get absolutely creamed by my parents and they instead were inexplicably cool and not mad, and this was one of them. Another was when I borrowed their camera to take pics at a Bad Brains show on a school night and arrived home at 2am, sans camera, because some asshole stole it out of my backpack during some reggae push moshing. I have no idea why my dad wasn’t furious about this situation but I’ve already resolved to do the same thing to any kids I have. Keep em guessing..
In conclusion, A++, would set up horrible disaster Krishna show in bumblefuck again

abandonedseveninches:

When I was in high school I set this show up with a “friend” of mine who, thanks to the wisdom of age, I can now confidently say was totally taking advantage of me. Memory is tricky, but I am pretty sure I signed the papers to rent the fire hall (from some Mennonite dudes who should have known better, to be honest), put down the deposit $ for the hall and the PA, and made the flyers. I’m not totally sure what he did aside from get this show hoisted upon him by an older, more experienced local show producer who either was busy that day or just didn’t feel like dealing with a bunch of Krishnas. CORRECT DECISION on his part. This thing ended up being a total shit show that I was in no way prepared to deal with as a 16 yr old.
The demographics of south central PA in the early 90s were such that there happened to be a shit ton of bored and disaffected teens everywhere. New suburbs built on what had been mostly Amish owned farmland exploded in the 80s, and young families flocked there for cheap housing. Schools were constantly being renovated and expanded to deal with the influx of kids in the area. By the early 90s grunge and alternative had arrived, the internet had not, and thusly it was fairly easy to attract a couple of hundred 13-18 yr olds to your horribly produced show in an events hall completely shitty acoustics on a Sunday afternoon, even if the bands involved were literally recruiting for a religious cult. Put flyers in a few record stores and pass them around at school and that’s all you really had to do. In retrospect this is mindblowingly weird and will never exist again. One feature of flyers from this era are the detailed directions to the venue- a result of dating from the pre-GPS era but also the circumstance that these shows often happened in the middle of many nowheres in places that you just wouldn’t know about unless you had a reason to go there.

This show stretched out over hours. Many of the kids attending had no interest in these few particular flavors of hardcore (you would just kind of go to ANY show back then) and this resulted in roving bands of teens with ministry shirts and manically panicked hair smashing the mailboxes of the Amish and Mennonite neighbors and jumping on cars and spraying the fire extinguishers all over the fire hall’s basement. 108 showed up hours late and therefore were playing past 10pm, the time when we had promised to end. Many volunteer fire dudes and some police arrived to shut it down, but 108- some of whom I want to say were most likely in their late 20s to early 30s at this point- were NOT having it. The fire dudes turned off all the lights and tried to unplug the amps, while the grown ass men and women on stage screamed I DEFY YOU in their faces to look tuff in front of a bunch of 15 yr olds.

Our friend with a van who had driven both us and the PA there was mysteriously absent after the arrival of the police. Before cell phones you could get away with basically any kind of asshole behavior like that. I actually had to call my dad at close to midnight on a Sunday and ask him to drive 40 minutes each way to pick up 2 idiots and a PA system. There are a few occasions where I thought I was about to get absolutely creamed by my parents and they instead were inexplicably cool and not mad, and this was one of them. Another was when I borrowed their camera to take pics at a Bad Brains show on a school night and arrived home at 2am, sans camera, because some asshole stole it out of my backpack during some reggae push moshing. I have no idea why my dad wasn’t furious about this situation but I’ve already resolved to do the same thing to any kids I have. Keep em guessing..

In conclusion, A++, would set up horrible disaster Krishna show in bumblefuck again

Sep 24 '14
afgans:

Robert Anton Wilson

afgans:

Robert Anton Wilson

Sep 21 '14
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Sep 14 '14
eexterminatingangell:

David Lynch meets Vincent Price

eexterminatingangell:

David Lynch meets Vincent Price