YSaC, Vol. 624: Do your walls have the right stuff?
Boy Band Posters
I have several (over 40) boy band posters that my boyfriend is making me get rid of. Most of them are in perfect condition (they are in glass frames). I have been collecting them since I was younger. A few are signed and I do have some that have never been opened. This is a great start-up set for anyone wanting to become a boy band fanatic. Please feel free to e-mail me with any questions. Because they are so valuable I only want them going to a loving home. Feel free to e-mail me pictures of the walls you plan to hang them on. Serious inquiries only please.
I’ve been trying to convince Dan to let me decorate our house in Early ‘N Sync, but he’s just too set on the mid-Backstreet Boys period. We tried to compromise with the urban modernism of New Kids on the Block, but Jordan Knight just scares me, and O-Town is too obscure and won’t go up in value.
Oooh, I hope they have a copy of this one:
I mean, ‘N Sync with a lion?* What could be better? And I know exactly which picture of our walls to send her; we’ve already marked out a place with nicotine stains!
Thanks for the submission, Vanessa!
“Serious inquries only”? For boy band posters? Those two things seem mutually exclusive.
I do admire the “dedication” (cough…obsession…cough) she has to those posters. At the same time I have serious doubts as to this “husband” she claims to have. I’m guessing her therapist found her stash and is making her get rid of the things.
And what about ensuring that your walls are good enough for the posters? Especially when you know she had several of them on the ceiling above the bed!
Also…”for anyone wanting to become a boy band fanatic?” I always thought the obsession with a band precedes the desire to purchase giant buttons, signed posters in glass frames, etc. I hope she also has a list on Amazon — “So You Want to…Become a Boy Band Fanatic” — with links to subscriptions to Tiger Beat, “books” written by former NKOTB members, Hanson CDs now priced at $0.99, binoculars, and night vision goggles.
I like that she framed her posters. I didn’t know people framed posters.
One of my high school “friends” had a framed poster from “Lost Boys.” No, I don’t really know why, other than as a demonstration that there is no accounting for taste. (I confess, btw, that I liked that movie but not that much.
Lola, it’s typically a guy thing, from what I’ve experienced. College decorating dictates that a guy but posters of:
1)his favorite movies and musicians, to make sure that his personality is known by his choice of advertising on his walls.
2) A movie or musician that is more “obscure” or offbeat, thus showing that he doesn’t follow the crowd (NOTE: “obscure” poster is usually bought from major retailer carrying mass amounts of exact same “obscure” movie or musician poster)
3). A reprint of a famous painting, showing that he has a sensitive side (Again, found in mass quantities at retailers).
This behavior is found at a ratio of 40% female to 60% male in college, but while women grow out of this and begin to decorate based on color, style, and the idea that perhaps things should match, a man without a wife will 80% of the time keep this “style” throughout his lifetime. For some reason, guys think that a giant poster commemorating The Matrix perfectly sets off the curtains he was given by his mom and the empty wine bottles with “cool” logos on the front, lined up in the window to “catch the light”.
Yes, I am describing an actual apartment.
Warning: Extreme geekiness ahead!
To be entirely honest, the vast majority of my posters are from NES and SNES games. They include the posters that used to come with the actual games and the ones clipped from my Nintendo Power subscription when I was younger. The remainer are ones that I’ve collected through various pre-order game incentives.
I also have various posters collected from Gen Con over the years.
I’ve been working at puting them up in my basement. With a nice camera I could be the Angry Video Game Nerd in minutes. His basement is nicer than mine though.
My wife acknowledges that I have an unhealthy obsession with gaming paraphernalia and decorating our basement with it.
Taco, every day I open my door and am greeted by a 3 foot tall Tekken poster, framed and hanging in the living room. The Matrix poster? Yeah, that’s my apartment I’m describing. I don’t get to overrule my guys taste…he’s a bit stubborn. I did throw out all the bottles, though.
I will say my guy got one cool/funny poster. My guy has a Cool As Ice poster in the house, and it never fails to get a response the first time someone sees it.
The first thing you see when you descend into my basement is a hanging tapestry commemorating the 20th anniversary of Mega Man. My wife snagged that from her brother when he found it in the stock room of the GameStop he was working in. She can be kind of an enabler.
I got it as an anniversary present two years ago.
Granted she can be no better than me. Her side of the basement is filled with Star Wars, StarTrek, and Lord of the Rings posters. She even has a bat’leth she wants me to hang over the doorway.
I have fought off my predisposition to collect these things, and for the most part am successful. I would like to have all this stuff in the “computer/treadmill room” but it keeps slipping out into the main living space.
For our first anniversary, I got my guy a Sentinel and hung it from the ceiling, as well as Neo, Morpheus, and Trinity figures.
He HAS all this stuff, but keeps it just stacked in boxes or tables. That Tekken poster that’s “hanging” on the wall? I should have said, “propped against the floor, framed and waiting to be hung.” He’s waiting on me to do it…I’m waiting on it to be accidently broken.
I have all my old Strawberry Shortcakes, but you don’t see me getting a backlit hutch for them, do you?
(NO, I do not have a backlit hutch for them.)
I just got a new table saw. If you’re in the midwest I could probably make you one…
Meredith: my taste in posters in college was distinctly geeky; I had (actually, still have, in a box somewhere) a collection of colorful fractal posters. My rooms were so tiny and I had so many posters that the walls were literally wallpapered with them. It was like living in Hollywood’s vision of cyberspace.
I have 3 anime wall scrolls on my bedroom wall. They’re like posters, only made of cloth and hang from a string. One from “FLCL” of Haruko on her yellow vespa, one of Princess Mononoke of looking menacing with her wolf siblings, and one of Lain from “Serial Experiments Lain”.
So I still have geekery in me.
I take it you’ve never been to a carnival where they have a variety of band and other posters in cheap frames with gold or silver (plastic) edging as prizes in the games.
C’mon, all you gotta do is knock over a few milk bottles and this Def Not.A.Lion poster could be yours!
It is the height of classy.
I used to collect carnival posters. My family held an intervention* and forced me to get rid of them all.
*They set up a ring toss in the yard and forced me to give them away a prizes.
Did you rig the game so no one could possibly win?
Oh sure, NOW somebody suggests that.
*Snif* my poor posters, hanging from walls that don’t deserve them.
Shameful confession time:
In junior high (back in the Aquanet-mall-bangs days) I blew through half my paper route salary trying to win one of those posters. I think it was Bon Jovi.
I have NES posters. They’re all faded from the light, but I guess they’re popular with the kids that weren’t even born before SEGA came out now. My daughter’s and brother’s friends have all asked if they can have them. One of my adult friends made fun of them, once. and my storage bin of Legos. Once. He thought I was joking when I told him to GTFO.
So… can I have your posters then? *Innocent Look*
*racks shotgun*
Yeah, if you can get them off the wall.
TM: I’m coming in late, but your wife sounds awesome. I think I want to be her best friend. We could talk about Star Trek and Firefly and then squee about Nathan Fillion. :-p
With our new house last year, her parents dropped off many, many boxes of her stuff in order to have it out of their house. She spent the better part of 3 months going through it and throwing most of it away.
Fast forward to Christmas. We bought a fake tree for the living room and since there was a box of Ornaments among her stuff, and I didn’t bring any to the marriage, we decided to use hers. Low and behold what was the box full of? Star Trek and Star Wars ornaments. Yup, we had a geek tree for Christmas.
Next year I’ll have hopefully finished my FSM tree topper to complete the look.
TM: ooh! you should make those tree toppers to sell. I would definitely buy one.
Well if he turns our well, and I can make them with relative ease, I may consider doing them on a person to person basis. For a meTrick Fkckkton of money*.
*Reasonable** Price.
**Unreasonable.
Look out for the ‘r’ key, IT’S A TRAP!
I framed all of my horror movie posters. I didn’t want them to be damaged by any adhesives I may have had to use to stick them on the wall. The two that were too big to frame have been stored in a safe place until such time I can find a frame for them.
However, I would not sell or get rid of any of my horror stuff just because a boyfriend asked me to do it.
Oh goody goody goody goodygoody goodygoody goodygoody goodygoody goodygoody weeeeeeeeeeeee!!! weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!weeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
HEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEHE
*jumping up and down fanatically*
My life is now complete *BANG*THUD*
HamCan, it’s time for your daily dose. And no hiding them in your cheek this time…swallow them and the crazy will go away for 4 to 6 hours.
I don’t think that will work. Let’s try electroshock!
Can I haz both?
*drooling*
eww. wipes mouth.
I had to give myself a sponge bath with baby wipes after reading it.
I know someone who would love these posters!!
Seriously. No joke.
Hmm, I thought you went to school with this girl?
In middle school my sister followed the Backstreet boys as if they were the second coming of the FSM; something that I have never let her live down. I even have a photo of her BSB shrine that I keep for blackmail purposes.
My father keeps a similar video of her serenading the shrine with her favorite BSB song*.
*Song used in the loosest possible interpretation** of the word.
**I can’t beleive I actually speeled that word coorrectly on the frist tryh! Aww crap.
“…followed the Backstreet boys as if they were the second coming of the FSM”
She was only interested in their noodly appendages.
One of my friends in middle school, who later recovered and went on to be a National Merit Scholar, was an obsessive fan of the New Kids on the Block. She was a very serious student, but even she skipped school to go to their concert. Come to think of it, I may have been the only girl in my school who wasn’t obsessed with NKotB. On the other hand, I built a Les Miserables shrine. I think that may be worse.
@Jackie:
“One of my friends in middle school, who later recovered and went on to be a National Merit Scholar, was an obsessive fan of the New Kids on the Block”
I was a National Merit Scholar while being an obsessive fan of Adam Ant. I spent the second semester of my sophomore year perfecting a copy of his heart-pierced-by-sword tattoo – using graph paper for the first few drafts so I could get more precision with the grid-drawing technique – and had the finished product laminated. Even worse, I carried it in my wallet for an embarrassing length of time after graduation. They must use really *special* (ahem) criteria for selecting us National Merit Scholar kids…
Also, every time I see your avatar I want to yell, “Perkele!” but I’m underconfident of my pronunciation. (c:
eeee: the most important thing is to roll the R. The longer you roll it, the more angry you sound.
I did. I pulled an all-nighter, for no good reason…. I’m a tad disoriented and not sure really what sounds good or bad…..
Don’t make any nonreturnable, high-priced purchases in that state. I’m just saying.
I’m with you Stephanie.
82ºF in my house and my AC broke. I have a 5 month old who doesn’t like being too warm. Not a lot of sleep was had last night.
I think I’ll go over to ebay and see what little gems I can find…
Really? You sure? I was thinking of offering this girl $300 for her posters….. seems like a good deal….
TM: have you tried putting your baby to bed in just a diaper? There was a record-breaking heatwave the year my daughter was born, and residential AC is largely unheard of in Finland. She spent a lot of time wearing nothing but a diaper.
Name: Teena
Age: 34
Relationship: First Boyfriend Ever.
Employed: At local zoo concessions stands for 15 years.
Bookshelf: Twilight series, Gossip Magazines, diaries.
Wanted to be a veterinarian because she loves kids.
Re: *Squee* I has a boyfreind!
Name: Benny
Age: 39
Relationship: Semi-Serious marriage to a night-elf on WoW server 13.
Employed: Corn dog emporium 21 years; ass. manager.
Bookshelf: Forgotten Realms (entire collection), hacking for dummies, how to meet women, Wow magazines, softcore porn.
Working on becoming an elite hacker so I can take it to the man who’s always been keeping me down.
“Corn Dog Emporium” gets my Band Name o’ the Day vote.
LOL With their smash hit, “On a Stick!”
giggle
I’m choosing to ignore that (.), making Benny an ass manager.
Re: Boy Band Posters
These are no longer for sale. My boyfriend read my ad and soon after he looked at me funny and then packed up his toothbrush and left.
I’ve gone by his apartment, his mother’s house, his sister’s house, his office, that sports bar he likes, all the auto parts stores, his ex-girlfriend’s, his other ex girlfriend’s, his grandpa’s nursing home, all his buddies’ houses, all the hospitals, and the bus station. I’ve called, texted, emailed, left notes on his front door, notes in his mailbox, notes under the windshield wiper of every car I see that looks like his, and flyers on random telephone poles.
But don’t worry, I will find him. In the meantime quit calling cause I’m keeping my collection
Funny how a short CraigsList ad can reveal a plethora of psychological anomalies.
You should try waiting in the bushes outside his home. With a properly made guillie suit he might not even notice you. It’ll also help you sneak up on that tramp he’s hanging out with. She doesn’t understand him the way you do anyway.
Just remember, you’re doing it for him. He’ll realize that. He’s gotta.
Good for you! Every good lover* knows that true love doesn’t need to be reciprocated. You should always remind the one you love of your dedication, and always watch over them to make sure nothing bad ever happens to them.
*stalker
Don’t want you back, cause you’re no good for me, I know. That’s all i can saaay, don’t want you back. forgive myyy honesty but you gotta goooo.
I see a bad breakup in her future. She seems freakishly attached to these over-40 posters (I thought to be in a boy band you had to be younger than 18?). The fact that she’s selling them because her boyfriend is making her get rid of them, when she obviously doesn’t want to, foreshadows a memorable court date in her future.
Two years down the road:
Judge: Miss Stawkner, what do you have to say in your defense?
Miss Stawkner: Well, judge, you see, Jason promised he would love me forever and so I got rid of all my prized boy band posters. When he told me he was leaving me, I tried calling the people I sold them to; trying to get them back. They told me they got rid of them because they just didn’t find themselves becoming boy band fanatics like they had hoped. When it became apparent that the posters didn’t even go to a loving home, I just lost it. Luckily, the glass covering my new Twilight poster collection kept the blood and brain spatter away from my babies but Jason shouldn’t have betrayed me like that…
Judge: *blink blink blink* Spend your time well at Bedford Hills Miss Stawkner.
Over-40 boy bands:
Well, the Jackson Five, certainly.
BoysIIMen almost makes it, but the oldest member is 39, and they’ve got a 37-year-old.
New Kids on the Block is a bit of a mixed bag – Jonathan, Donnie, and Danny are over 40, and Jordan’s only, like, a month and a half away, but Joey’s still younger. I guess they count.
Menudo can’t possibly count, they replace members as they age. (To the point where, apparently, they’re now getting them via a reality TV show.)
I can’t bear to research any more on wikipedia, so that’s about all I can stand to find. That must be a lot of posters of the Jackson Five, then.
Does Boy George count?
Not. Ever.
Ooh. You’re so hard ass Taco!
Now appearing at the 40-Joule/Second: Hard ass Tacos with their hit single I’m Burning Down There.
The Beach Boys win in the over-40 boy bands category hands down. At this point, they should seriously consider changing their name to Hip Replacement (which I nominate as the over-40 boy band name of the day).
Any chance that second photo was taken at the home of my friend Maura’s mother? The walls there were not originally ochre.
Or is that where Colleen’s husband purchased their new, ashtray-scented mattress?
A friend of mine moved into a house and they didn’t have the money to paint the walls right away, so they washed them. The nicotine level in the water as it ran down her arm and past her rubber gloves while cleaning caused allergic reactions and weals. Fun!
Oh, those are at least 4-pack-a-day cigarette walls.
About that second photo: does anyone else see what looks like Grandpa Munster standing to the right of the lamp?
*slaps head and checks medication labels*
Yes, I want to know where you got that picture drmk! Holy smokes.
Update on the mattress – it’s airing out nicely. Thank you all for your suggestions – you all rock!
Holy “smokes”? 😀
Even if it wasn’t intended, that was fabulous punmanship.
I have a small window of heightened awareness daily – after my first coffee of the day and before my first hunger pangs for lunch. I try to use it for good. 😉
Sounds like when we tried to clean my grandma’s house after she passed.
The walls in the kitchen looked olive green, dark olive green. They were actually bright lime green. Everything that should have been white or light colored had a deep golden glow.
icky.
Lo, stop that. Makes the remodeling and painting memories heavily suppressed with distilled spirits arise anew.
Scrubbing walls with TSP and worrying about which chemical combinations were occurring and would my nitrile gloves survive. Or of putting up lacquer-based Kilz, and still having bleed through (and, normally, one coat of Kilz will let you cover purple or black painted walls).
Eek, Meredith, you are not helping. I had a job to paint a recently-sold house, and the owners were certain they wanted new paint. It was obvious why, heirs followed flipping-show advise and painted. Trouble is, they did not clean the surfaces first. That was not a pretty clean up, looked more like taking down wallpaper.
Twitch, twitch, twitch
Recently sold house? Apparently the flipping show paint job served its purpose.
Apparently the flipping show paint job served its purpose
It did, sad to say. At least those nice people’s check to me did not bounce.
I was just the painter; they really needed Mike Holmes (if before he was famous enough to have MIR doing that sort of thing).
I ought to drive by the place, the mix of liens and a failed bank owning the note probably involving a lot of government-issue catmath.
You know how you hang these posters on the wall, right?
You hang them tough!
Hangin’ Tough, Hangin’ Tough!
cute, Silva. You win this round.
“New Kids on the Block” was the only boy-band I was ever a fan of.
1) Because they were from my state
2) I was in elementary school at the time
I stopped being a fan when I was 12. I distinctly remember smashing the cassettes with a rock that winter, becoming a fan of rock music (pun not intended), and never looking back (I still remember the a few of the songs, though).
And yes, I had a NKOTB poster…. and it was framed… and from a carnival. LOL.
(I gave it away to a younger cousin)
Windrose: might as well punch Silva now and take tomorrow off.
Indeed, she’s got double threat going on today. Funny AND topical.
I think describing more than 40 posters as “several” is a desperate attempt to seem sane. Perhaps a “plethora” would be more accurate. Or “boatload.”
Buttload, massive pile, heaping mound, metrick fuckton…
For some reason, “metric f*ckton” is my favorite unit of unusual size.
I like to add a k for emphasis.
Sounds like a protest band,
meTrick fckkTon with Opens for NoBody at the 40WatT 2NiTe!!
Shameful confessions:
-I would consider buying that N*Sync poster. Or any N*Sync poster. Not /seriously/ consider it, but definitely somewhat consider it.
-I may still know all the words to Bye Bye Bye
-I had the HUGEST crush on Joey Fatone (and got SO much crap for it)
-I remember who O Town was…
-… But I never listened to them. I prefered the “girl band”, Eden’s Crush, created by the WB’s rip-off of “Making the Band”, “Popstars”.
– I still have Eden’s Crush’s CD.
SLizzy, we understand you. 8) And in case I haven’t mentioned it before, I lurve your mingo avatar!
“Wanting to become a boy band fanatic” seems like a serious case of cart-before-horse syndrome to me.
I hadn’t realized that was something one could aspire to; I thought it was more a case of waking up one day and thinking “OMG, I have, like, over 40! boy band posters, and some of them I’ve never opened! I’m worried I might be turning into a fanatic! I’d better sell these on CL and blame it on a possibly-fictitious boyfriend.”
Kind of like SexyTacoMagicFingers and the Hannah Montana forums. 🙂
My wife doesn’t know about them because I hide them in my man cave, but in my growing collection I’ve got like 15 posters of hanna…. crap.
As a side note, band name of the day is: “Wannabe Fanatics”
“Wannabe Fanatics”?
Not even in the running with “Metric Fuckton.”
Guys, what if it’s NOT any of the boy bands we’re thinking of? What if she’s got a room full of Menudo or LFO or The Osmonds, even? We’re being too narrow minded here people!
I’d take a Du Jour poster any day of the week, btw.
“Du Jour means friendship.”
Maybe even the Bee Gees. Do the Bee Gees count? I mean, they sounded like prepubescent boys.
The Bee Gees post theirIdea album.
They’re listed in the Wikipedia under “Boy Bands”
Categorization win.
If there were Monkees posters in there, the collection might actually even be worth something.
In ruminating over what kind of person would have this collection (it’s slow at work today), I remembered a friend’s housemate in college. This girl was … a little different. Smart, but a little socially awkward and (it my then-unhumble opinion) more than a bit fashion-challenged (and this was at the height of grunge, so that’s saying something). Anyway, one day when I was over and the housemate was out, my friend asked, “Do you want to see her room?” I knew from her tone and expression that it was unusual.
It was like her room was frozen in time from when she was in junior high and high school, and she even had the same kind of posters – NKOTB, the Coreys, Kirk Cameron. And the posters looked pretty close to pristine. Please note that it was about 1993 when I saw this, and these guys were definitely on the wane.
… I later learned that when her mother came to visit she brought her pint bottle of Black Velvet to put in her morning coffee. It had been clear that she had issues, but now I understood a little better where they might be coming from. If pretending she was still pubescent and daydreaming about teen idols helped her cope, well … there are more dangerous crutches.
That level of personal damage makes me feel a bit better about my father wandering around in his underwear when I was a kid.
Although my wife one-upped me on that one. Apparently her father would sit on the couch in his underwear and read newspapers… with the shades open… while she had friends over.
I still have:
–Pink Floyd – Dark Side of the Moon prism poster
–Beatles White Album – 4 glossies
–The Eagles Hotel California poster
–Baileys for my morning coffee
Irish Coffee FTW!
If only Baileys wasn’t so ruinously expensive.
I have a serious question, because I know next to nothing about booze. What is the difference between Bailey’s and equal parts whiskey and cream?
jackie: about $19.95
And, depending on the whiskey, curdled lumps of cream.
That’s cool. My dad has a Led Zeppelin koi fish tattoo, Icarus and the crop circles. He’s a missionary.
WANT BEATLES!
I could trade you a vintij frezzer.
if *only* you had some vintage cereal to go along with that frezzer..
Hold the vintij milck, though.
Astro: Don’t forget to get your punch from Windrose :).
Somewhere in my parent’s basement, I’m sure I still have Pink Floyd’s “Back Catalog” and a poster of the original “On The Road” cover. Yes, both are framed. The Kerouac also has a black and white photo of his grave. I still have the scar from where I cut my leg sneaking over the cemetery fence to get the pic, and that was over 15 years ago.
“near perfect condition”
I think she means these are minty.
As long as they’re not scratch-n-sniff. *shudder*
Jackie: awesome. This site hadn’t made me throw up a little in my mouth lately, but it has today thanks to you! 😉 *
*Actually, that should be “thanks to you … and my perverse imagination.”
Perverse Imagination
All Acoustic Show
One Night only
Lilith’s Lilliputian Lounge*
*means no beer, and only obscure libations and seating for 15 and all cigarettes are black, either Gallois or cloves [cough,cough,hack]
Between ‘minty’ and the walls up there, I think you mean ‘menthol’.
*scrubs self with wire brush and bleach*
drmk:
You realize that’s a leopard and not a lion right?
Follow the footnotes.
Not.a.Leopard. It’s a cheetah.
Was it too subtle?
Apparently. I don’t do subtle.
I need to work on my ironic sarcasm I think.
Nah, it’s fine. I just respond best to blunt instruments. Subtle goes right by me.
Would have been better if you had identified it as a tiger, or a jaguar. You were too close to being correct.
Ahh. Damn, maybe I’ll go with “Giraffe” or something really silly next time.
TM- Next time use the <ironic sarcasm> tags to avoid confusion.
drmk:
<ironic sarcasm> You realize that’s a leopard and not a lion right? </ironic sarcasm>
I think you needed to double bracket that whole thing Bianchi ;).
Dunno, I never ever use infinitives in generalities.
Am I the only one who can see the Last Supper in the picture of the nicotine-stained wall?
My grandma HAD the Last Supper on her nicotine-stained wall! It was a paint-by-number, too!!!
Paint-by-numbers. Just like the original?
Yep, there’s that One in the middle, surrounded by The Twelve. One and twelve are numbers.*
OK, this is weird that this is sort of timely, holiday-wise. Today is Good Friday, and it’s the middle of Passover and somebody makes a Dan Brown reference! Coincidence??!??!!? I think not …
*Unless it’s Cat Math, of course.
I get
rutabagas-16 f(x)hairball²
(lim emesis)rodent>rodent/2
for disdain*elebenty{sub f} where “f” involves having all these strangers here and only [sniff,ear curl] red wine and [sniff] plain bread [head toss]
then
[flop just in sight but over here where I can be in a huff, you know what you did]
But, I keep getting “out of area” phone calls for 1-888-templars, huh?
Uhm……….. Yes. But it’s OK, I haven’t had my caffeine yet today, either.
Yeah… grandpa’s spaghetti and meatballs! I can see it!
*I’m gonna miss grandpa*
Wait. Your grandpa was Jesus???
No, it was just grandpa’s last supper. That’s all I’m sayin.
Wait. Your grandpa was Grandpa Munster???
Wait. Grandpa Munster was Jesus???
Wait. Jesus was made of cheese and old people???
Wait. Cheesey old people could be Jesus?
Yep, yep, yep, and yep.
And happy Good Friday to all you Catholics out there!
*snort*
I don’t see the last supper, but depending on which computer I’m at, I see either the Virgin Mary or The Scream
I see two coal miners and a guy in a welding mask.
I always bet that Chris Fitzpatrick was the one from N Sync that was going to blow up as a solo artist.
But then I thought the same thing about Brian Dunkleman.
In a separate note: many heartfelt DelVecchian apologies to the University of Kansas basketball team. I’ll make it up to you at the 2010 pre-season N.I.T.
Yours in Love,
Denny DelVecchio
“This is a great start-up set for anyone wanting to become a boy band fanatic. Please feel free to e-mail me with any questions.”
I have a question: why would anyone want to become a boy band fanatic?
I remember my first Boy Band crush:
Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Did you feel happy inside when you touched your fanatical posters?
It was such a feeling that my love I could not hide………
Just so everyone’s aware:
We got Lego Rockband a few days ago.
I am proud to announce the premier living room tour of Colostomie Essplosion!
Assplosion?
Damn Bianchi, I may need to change the band’s name now.
Ooh, will you be covering the Duplo Bricks’s #1 hit, “Snap Together”?
Our band name is Karma Barbeque, but we’re on Rock Band, not Lego RB.
Our band tag line is “Seriously — Not.A.Lion”.
Best. Band tag line. Ever. I really* love it.
*Not kissing up, I actually LOL’d when I read that.
That reminds me, I think Not.A.Lion disease has mutated into a new strain: I caught a friend on Facebook tagging an image of a lion as a tiger. Hopefully it doesn’t spread far.
ASTRO! Jane, stop this crazy thing! Blurp. Sorry. Anyway, here’s your Punchity-punch punch, and come back soon to see if you have won the free home version of our show. Thank you, and good night.