Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Punk is Dead, Crucified, Regurgitated and Mass Marketed Fish Feed
It’s over, Johnny.
Over.
It’s over, Johnny.
Over.
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Holy crap.
I cannot unsee that.
I thought you woulda put up this clip.
If Johnny was dead, that photo would be enough to get him to spin all the way to China.
http://wavcentral.com/sounds/movies/first_blood/fbover2.mp3
For the love of “The Sex Pistols” is that a tatt? Dear sweet baby SuperJesus, what the helllllllllll?
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Also is one of them adult conventions that I never get invited to, on account of my peg leg?
furry boobs!
That’s a first for me (with the exception of my uncle Pat)
Damnit Banana Hammock, there is a list of agreed upon topics we do not discuss here, and your Uncle Pat’s furry boobs is on said list.
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That douche has the Cadillac of Tatts, a Tattillac if you will.
A Cadillac logo and a boom box? This douche must have just wanted a tatt real badly but had no original ideas…he could have done better browsing boxes in the cereal aisle. The “LANISAY” slogan is original, however meaningless.
I see tatts like this and then think of talented artists like Medusa, wrestling the cognitive dissonance of causing such eye-scalding spectacle to be visible and fees worthy of a new car when it is complete.
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Solution: Take the money, every time.
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Luckily I had already eaten lunch when I saw this. Unluckily, it is attempting to retrace its steps having seen this. Maybe I can concentrate on little white fluffy brunette on the right.
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nope…too late. *urp*
Punk is dead. It was a real and legitimate statement when the sex pistols and others started it in the 70s as a response to the cheesiness, overproduction , and pretension of pop music (and rock bands like led zep, etc).
Now it just means you were too damn lazy to learn how to play your instrument and thought you could fake your way into artistic credibility by dressing mean and being loud. The combination of sucking and being pissed off for no apparent reason isn’t that interesting anymore. It’s been done already, and it was done right the first time. Punk music is dead, and punkbaggery is just hipsterbaggery with more testosterone.
These chicks give me a boner. Fake tatt and mohawk pud kills it.
Bluuurp. This guy needs to go to Planet Fitness to lift things up and put them down. Poseur.
We need to blast him to smithereens with a pipe bomb up his ass…..and his life will be over, Johnny.
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Over.
Wow what a roller-coaster of emotions I’ve been on today, from the jubilant euphoric high of Maggie’s Mamms, to the semi catatonic state I find myself in having witnessed this fugging poseur asshole.
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I enjoyed the message of Punk in its early beginnings when as Memphis DW local 421 so succinctly put it “It was a real and legitimate statement” There is nothing real or legitimate about this ass clown and the gaggle of skraags he’s with.
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Anti-Flag STILL kicks ass if your down for a Punk band that still maters and has something viable to say.
That’s not Punk, that’s Douche-Punk. Punk will die when it’s good and ready.
Here I am defending Punk, and my first musical choice is Debussy. Debussy was a Punque. Vive le punque-Debussy!!
I suddenly want to watch an old episode of “Cleopatra 2525”.
Ringo FTW!
Red top looks like shes enjoying fluffy’s booble pressing firmly into her back… unintentional boob press is awesome, especially when you strategicly place yourself next to an office-secretarial hott on the crowded morning train and yu get jugular pressage, like clockwork, during the breakage at every station. Makes my day
Rage Against the Douchine.
Holy crap.
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Nothing holy about it. And you’re right: once seen it can not be unseen. Tho brunette on the far right with side boob reveal and fluffy (?furry?) clothing helps some with the pain.
My Pontiac/Discman combo tat owns this…Cause the Pontiac logo is like an arrow. Pointing at my horrible GSR. Some people say it looks like lady parts, but I don’t see it.
Hold on, lemme get this straight. His tatt says “Gland says” to get the Cadillac of boomboxes and he’ll find love? Who the hell has broken into Rev Chad’s stash and is passing it out freely on the open market? This pic confuses the shit out of me. Blackulette looks like she just stumbled in during a break in the filming of of some blacksploitation porno (“I’m gonna get my juice up on yo hood”) next door while the waitress at the chinese place from across the street thinks Spazztaculus might give her change for a $20 if she’s nice to him. All that I can deal with. What doesn’t make sense in nom nommy furry boobs. She’s clearly there of her own accord and is seemingly a willing participant in the pic. WTF?
Dude, that tool ain’t punk at all!!!
dbBen@2:02p, FTW!
The ugly is running rampart across this scene. And he’s got the gay, not the punk. That’s why these chicks love hanging with him, he’s gonna do their hair
I remember as a young kid, and a then teen-ager, seeing real punks and they scared the shit out of me. And while guys like this still make me shake, it’s from laughter and not fear.
And the bleeths are hideous…
Happy Halloween everyone! Be safe out there. He’s dressed as the drummer from Blink-182.
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But we all knew that.
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Right?
^Oh yeah, totally. I seriously loooove Halloween. Best.Holiday.Ever. Its gotta suck suuuper nads if your birthday falls on it. Probably end up with a serious complex.
@ Soy Bomb 5:22
Yes. Yes we did. Even worse than dressing up like a fake punk for Halloween, is dressing up like the fakest punk of them all>/a>, Travis “I have a name like a preppy asshole” Barker.
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Might I rant, again, how all Halloween costumes for women are basically slutty lingerie versions of something. Here, we have R-L, Slutty Cat, Slutty Geisha and Slutty Slut. If I were a dude and I went to a party and I saw a chick dressed like Pumpkinhead or a rotten, fully clothed zombie or something, I would propose marriage on the spot.
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@ Fatness, 12:04
Amen, good sir. I can’t say I’m responsible for this particular piece of stupid, immature, lame-ass, uninspired bullshit, but my home was bought by idiots like her. And I thank them every day as drive here in my 58 Buick and enjoy a tasty sushi lunch. They can’t all be winners, the idiots are the ones who butter your bread.
TAGGING FAIL. let me try that again:
Amen, good sir. I can’t say I’m responsible for this particular piece of stupid, immature, lame-ass, uninspired bullshit, but my home was bought by idiots like her. And I thank them every day as drive here in my 58 Buick and enjoy a tasty sushi lunch. They can’t all be winners, the idiots are the ones who butter your bread.
Thanks, Mr Biggs, I like that sorta clip.
Johnny Punk-o here…ever wonder why Warhol got gallbladder disease and met his Maker just way too soon?
We’ve had enuff Bleethery for the day, too, thanks a LOTT DB1.
i hereby unofficially declare this guy the Regurgitator of Punk and Everything Else Under the Sun.
and plenty of things not under the sun too.
Sharpie Fail
I honestly he was wearing a shirt, but then I realized he fell onto a t-shirt pressing machine with a design was the result of a collaboration between Audiger and Nickelback.
*thought he was wearing a shirt
*that was the result
Gawddamn insomnia.