So tommorow’s the seven year anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s untimely death (suicide). Kurt had sucha profound impact on me as a kid, when I would try to convince someone of my integrity I would “sware it on Kurt Cobains grave.” He was sucha poet, and he dint even know it. So damn punk rock…ya know he had hella shitty posture, and he was also amidextrous so he could have played guitar with either hand, but chose to play right handed even though playing left would have corrected his posture or some shit…punk rawk meng…punk rawk…too bad Courtney Love was/is sucha phycho bitch. Frances Bean Cobain: heres lookin at u kid.:
Yeh…so my mom had her friend pick me up one of these bitchin rings from South Africa or somethin. I think its pretty ballin, it spins around like Spreeewells, so I finally got somethin that blings more blang than Randy. Lovin it bia.
In case you dint know :P. Damn Im kinda hungary, imma eat your clothes off. Edible underbritches are hella good.
Oh and I added sommore tracks to the NBHQ Radio check em.