Just mistook a headline about the Heartbleed bug as “Hatebreed bug”
Hardcore is a fucking beautiful thing, man.
Kevin Whittemore, who co-founded La Dispute in 2004, has parted ways with the band. That is to say, they are “no longer a thing”… or, if you prefer, “they decided to no longer maintain their current relationship”… or you could also try, “it’s not you, it’s them.” Whittemore played…
I don’t care about this. Good for him, whatever. I only care about how this is the best closing statement to an article I’ve ever seen:
"The band has not released a statement about Whittemore’s departure, so, in the comment section below, we encourage you to concoct and post fantastical reasons for the split. We suggest that Whittemore was summoned by the Hyper-Elves of the 19th dimension to aid in their war against the evil, giant peacock riding Psy-Wizards of the House of Uluth in the year 5077*."
One of the best live hardcore videos fuck
Jesus, so fucking good ugh
- what she says: i'm fine
- what she means: Take a look at this. That right there is the mail. Now let’s talk about the mail. Can we talk about the mail, please, Mac? I’ve been dying to talk about the mail with you all day, OK? “Pepe Silvia,” this name keeps coming up over and over again. Every day Pepe’s mail is getting sent back to me. Pepe Silvia! Pepe Silvia! I look in the mail, and this whole box is Pepe Silvia! So I say to myself, “I gotta find this guy! I gotta go up to his office and put his mail in the guy’s goddamn hands! Otherwise, he’s never going to get it and he’s going to keep coming back down here.” So I go up to Pepe’s office and what do I find out, Mac? What do I find out?! There is no Pepe Silvia. The man does not exist, okay? So I decide, “Oh shit, buddy, I gotta dig a little deeper.” There’s no Pepe Silvia? You gotta be kidding me! I got boxes full of Pepe! All right. So I start marchin’ my way down to Carol in HR and I knock on her door and I say, “CAAAAROL! CAAROOOLLLL! I gotta talk to you about Pepe.” And when I open the door what do I find? There’s not a single goddamn desk in that office! There…is…no…Carol in HR. Mac, half the employees in this building have been made up. This office is a goddamn ghost town.