Its just rock and roll and beer.
its just rock and roll and beer..
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Friday, August 25, 2006
AMO LONDRES PERO MEJOR AUN AMO EL INTREPID FOX......
No hay cosa mejor que ir a londres, de verdad! Pero lo mejor de todo es que despues de un largo dia en Londres es ir al INTREPID FOX.....it fucking rules. Estar sentada con tus amigos en el Intrepid con una snake bite (una de la mejores hasta el momento) en tu mano, y musica archi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! agradable de fondo Les digo seres del infierno parada obligatoria para todos los que van a Londres, sino preguntale a Anton y Nicole.......ustedes saben de lo que hablo motherfuckers!
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Guess..............
Quote of the month.
whoa......whoa......whoa...stop right there...Eatin' a bitch out,and givin' a bitch a foot massage ain't even the same fuckin' thing.
-Not the same thing,the same ballpark.
It ain't no ballpark either.Look maiby your method of massage differs from mine, but touching his lady feet and stikin' your toung in her holyest, ain't the same ballpark, ain't the same league, ain't even the same fuckin' sport......
Si me manda la respuesta en el commnent a que pelicula corresponde este diagolo , hay un premio!!!! asi que pongase las pilas.......chicas hagan el esfuerzo porque pretendo hacer buenos regalos........
Sunday, August 13, 2006
THE HISTORY OF THE SNAKEBITE

The ingridients seemed innocuous enough: a pint glass preferably given a spit 'n' polish by the barman to remove the crimson lipstick of whoever had it before. The ingridients a dash of blackcurrant, half a pint of lager (beer) and finally half a pint of cider (the sweeter the better). Taken out of context, this might sounds like a typical order by a family out for sunday lunch. Mixed together in a single pint glass and downed in thirst, teenage gulps, however snakebite and black was a lethal speedball that could fuel from bad dancing to bed-wetting...
For a short glorious period in the 1980s, in the evenings the gutters from a provincial Britain raw purple vomit. Snakebite and black was everywhere. It was in the newspapers ( The drink's notoriety saw it banned in some pubs) . Snake bite was everywhere it was all over your fishnet tights as you made your way home. But nothintg last forever.
As the 1990s gathered pace, snakebite was betrayed by the alcopop- a member of the beverage sub-genre it had helped create. Faced with an ouslaught of young pretenders- each stickier and more fuorescent than the last, snakebite and black shuffled back into the shadows.
NOT ANY MORE.
I DON'T LIKE YOU
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)





















