tribe likes to pump good vibes, whether or not you pick up on them is your own deal. there were times on this earth people were like "man i listen to jam bands all day, i really want to listen to electronic spacey shite but want it to be mostly played with instruments." well if you thought that 10 years ago tribe was your shite and you still go to their shows regardless because of how many good vibes they laid out over the years. i was very skeptical of the spectacle at first but realized what it was all about at e-forest 2012 on awesome L and smokin deem/changa like it was pot. they led you through interdimensional travel and unlocked datastream secrets. if you couldnt "get" what was going on you probably thought it was simply a bunch of ravers eating mahldawg watching a light show. tribe and UM are almost complete opposites and fortunate to appreciate both styles. Papadosio started off like sts9 w more jams.. even theyll tell ya tribe paved the way for many bands.
My pinning was a huge deal, and happened the night after 10k after everyone left and our kids got permission to stay on the land for a few days and clean up before we left for yellowstone and glacier during the off days between 10k and seattle. Camp was kicking, a few off our kids where in the kitchen getting dinner ready, some kids where getting the fire started, and me and dawn and few others where out on a groundscore mission. This was just after the sun went down, we where walking up to camp (camp goodness sponsered by cookies, that is!!!) when 7-8 of our kids are walking towards me with this distinct look on their face. Now, about my actual pinning... Catch me in the real world sometime, ill tell you over a bowl, but something like that is just to personal to discuss over the internet. Lets just say it was special. I will say this, after i got pinned, dawn gives me this huge kiss and is like "baby you deserved that." After i got pinned we all had a huge celebration. It was a special time. We had a huge family dinner, and after dinner a sheet was put in a bottle of orange juice and everyone was ceremonially dropped by the Rev.
haha wow i just checked in to this thread after forgetting about it for like 2 weeks and you guys are still seriously waiting for some random dude to tell u about red lobster and take pictures and post them for you? This is seriously what is on your minds daily? I even had one of you RL fluffers actually PM me asking me about it like "derrrr hey broseph wonder if you went to red lobster yet derrrrrrrrr how was it man?" PM someone you never met over stupid shite like this? jesus man you guys need to get off PT for a while and get a real life if this is the shite that occupies your mind. I was wondering how long i could get you guys to keep this stupid shite up, but holy shite man. yeah i went to red lobster for the 30 shrimp deal. wasnt going to cause i could give a shit, but friends from austin were in town doing the tourist thing and met them for a drink near times square and they were in the mood for seafood. i suggested RL half jokingly and mentioned the deal. them being on a budget, they agreed saying they havent been in years. we went. as i first walked in, i was pleasantly surprised. the hostess was frickin hot. i mean HOT! what this skinny tan brunette goddess was doing hostessing at a RL i will never know. she brought us to our table. we were given water with no ice. We wait about 6-7 minutes before our waitreiss shows up to take our drink order, answer questions, and offer suggestions. well, it takes another five minutes for this tortoise to bring us our drinks, which were weak and absolutely bland. this place was not busy AT ALL. kinda weird for prime dinner time in times square for the best seafood in the world no? alas, our server should not be taking this long. but i'm not here for the drinks, i'm here to try the supposedly great food. i should mention that while the waitress was finishing our drink order, some wonderfully smelling CBB's arrived at our table and i politely mentioned before she left that we would definitely be needing more of these as we were very hungry. the smell was great, thats it. they were totally burned on the bottom i mean black around the edges and dark brown in the middle. the only edible part of the entire batch of CBB's were the middle of the very top of the biscuits so much for these legendary biscuits. they were fricking horrid. when we get our drinks we are obv. ready to order but we still have to wait for the waitress to come back, and when she does she wreaks of cigarettes. nice time to take a smoke break sweetie, and i see you were very well trained by this "fine" establishment. i go with the clam chowder and my 2 friends order the lobster and crab stuffed mushrooms and we all get salads. for dinner we all get the 30 shrimp deal, and i get the scampi and mango jalepeno combo, my friends get a mix of those with the fried and grilled skewered shrimp. i should mention again that this place was not busy and every course took frickin forever. guess the kitchen staff was well trained too. the clam chowder was like someone poured cold frickin milk over raw chopped potatoes with maybe 2 stiff chewy pieces of clam in it with no seasoning. i almost spit out the first bite and had to use half of the salt shaker in order to force half of the rest of the the bowl down. my friends didnt even finish the mushrooms, so i tried one to see how bad they actually were.. the presentation made them look disgusting, the mushrooms were severely overcooked and almost black, and the seafood was just over buttered and rubbery as frick. like chewing on silly putty dipped in melted cat shite and butter. the salads, a disgrace. i dont think i had one piece of green lettuce on my entire plate. it was all the white hard lettuce under dressed, and of course it took a decade to get my extra side of dressing that was the only option in finishing even have of this salad a dying rabbit would turn down. oh by the way, we still havent gotten our extra cheddar bays. oh, and lol at the doosh in this thread who actually slipped his waiter ten extra fricking dollars for extra FREE biscuits at a frickin chain restaurant when the recipe is online and obv. could be made better at home instead of burnt to shite at a RL. what an idiot, cant believe you idiots actually do that stupid shite and brag about it. wow. on to the the entrees.
we finally get our entrees, after being there over an hour, and i am shocked. i needed a magnifying glass to even be able to see these frickin tiny arse shrimp. i mean these frickin things are microscopic. we asked the waitress if they were always this small and she said "those are actually a bit bigger than what I normally see get served." are you fricking serious? oh, and lol at the guy here who posted that RL serve small shrimp cause they catch them when they are that small cause thats when they are the most flavorful. i cant...i just cant begin to explain what a culinary moron you are. ask any chef when...actually, forget it. just keep living in your bubble. whatever, just maybe the flavor might redeem this shite frickin experience, but no. I try the mango jalapeno first and almost gag. it was as if whatever fence jumper they had handling the food back there just took some canned jalepenos and dole fruit, chopped it up, squeezed a shitload of lime juice on it and poured it on top over some overcooked shrimp. i dont think anything i had that night was as bad as that dish. i would rather eat a mile of joy behar's shite than ever try that again. the scampi...kinda hard to frick up shrimp scampi right? right? not for RL. i tried to bite into the scampi shrimp, and it was so tough, it was like biting in to a petrified foreskin. i know they probably have a bunch of julios back there cooking and not chefs like a real restaurant, but holy shite my 2 year old niece knows not to overcook shrimp that much. the sauce, straight up melted butter with absolutely no garlic, seasonings, or any flavor to speak of whatsoever. not to mention i had to eat 5-6 shrimp at a time to even get half a mouthful. shrimp and sauces were just awful, even the fried shrimp came out burned and over battered. we all were able to stomach down about half of our shrimp dished before we gave up out of disgust and disappointment. the sides i tried were the rice pilaf and vegetable medley. frickin rice was so undercooked I almost cracked a tooth while biting in to one bite, which tasted like hot gravel. the vegetables in the medley were undercooked hard as fresh apples with no flavor or seasoning to speak of...oh, and they were ice cold. talk about a frickin poverty meal, this meal wasnt acceptable for a third world solitary prison inmate. The waitress asks if we want to wrap anything to take home. we all look at each other and laugh, and then look ate her like, "are u kidding me my bro?" just get this feces out of here. then she asks if we want dessert, and yet another "u kidding me?" look was given. just give us our check so we can leave this pit of culinary hell. as the table is being cleared, our biscuits finally show up. they gave us frickin 3. one a piece. they look ok, so i ask i we could get those to go plus extra since the first batch was burned and we waited till the end of the meal for the replacements. she said these were the last ones and the new batch wouldnt be ready for 10-15 minutes and we would have to wait even though no one was in the restaurant. frick that, just bring the bill. as we wait till next christmas for out fricking check, i see the manager and call him over. i asked why the shrimp were so small and where they got them from. he said he couldnt attest to the small size, but the majority of shrimp came from shrimp farms in asia. FARMS IN ASIA! fricking disgraceful. 30 dinky arse farm shrimp with no flavor in shite recipes...WHAT A DEAL! they are actually smart cause they get this cheap shitty shrimp and advertise the shite out of it so that idiots like the fluffers in this thread think they are getting the best seafood ever for so cheap! man you derelicts are frickin retarded to fall for this, but i guess i' m not suprised. we got the bill, paid, and got the frick out never to return. overall i give red lobster a -17/10 rating. the most horrible dining experience my friends and i have ever experienced, and we have been to some real shitholes before. everything from the service, to the slow kitchen turning out terrible food, to the idiocy of the management contributed to the shittyness of this establishment that is red lobster. later that night at home, i shite my brains out. my stomach can handle anything, and i mean anything. i have even eaten back of the fridge week old chinese seafood and was fine. this "fresh" seafoods quality wasnt worth my body even taking the time to deal with it, so i just shite it straight out. but yeah, RL is the best in the country! oh and as far as the #1's, frick you! why would someone who you just shite on in this thread take the time and effort to pose for pics at a fricking chain restaurant and post them on the internet for randoms who are just a-holes that I dont give two shits about? i mean i know you no life idiots do but...i mean...thats cause ur idiots. I wonder why all of you are so stupid to believe that RL is actually better than seafood restaurants in the NE, NYC, or anywhere. every major city has better seafood somewhere besides RL guaranteed. my only guess is that ur too young to have the experience and knowledge of great food, you all grew up in the south or shitty flyover states that only have chains and RL is the only seafood you know so you boast about it to shroud your culinary idiocy, or you are just flat out frickin morons, or it could be combinations of those three. either way u RL fluffers are complete suckholes. i will not be back to this abortion of a thread. I will be ignoring it. i have never ignored a thread/pt'er in my entire tenure here on PT, but i will for this thread because i refuse to subject myself to the river of moronic shite that flows through this thread. it took a while to get over that tragic RL experience, and the only reason taking the time to type all of this out is cause you all stuck with it so long and i felt sorry for u kids with nothing to do on PT all day just waiting patiently for the prowler's review. but please know you are all idiots and you need to die soon due to your poisoning of the human race through your idiocy and bad seafood. RL fluffers are a plague on humanity and must be stopped. i swear if i ever see any of you on lot i would have no problem shooting you directly in the mouths, and then lay down next to your leaking bodies to take a 2-3 hour nap and sleep like a baby. cause i would feel NOTHING after blasting out the back of your heads. thats what a waste of life you all are. call it social justice of darwinism. the weak and feeble minded with taste buds and pallets like that of a swine will not survive. this is the fate of the RL fluffers. THE BEST part is that all of you shit-sippers will still be here posting shite like "tldr, OP is and idiot, OP has no soul, sweet melt" and shite like that in total denial of the bubble you are all living in to try and get a rise out of me or something. go ahead and keep this thread so you can point out things i said that were so wrong and talk about how i will never know the RL greatness and just keep suckin each others dicks in here cause you dont know any better, nor do you have the capacity to understand real seafood cuisine that is served in cities like NYC. just know i will not be reading any of it cause i could give a frick these what you random morons have to think, and i leave you now to wallow in your own stupidity, and then to die asap. you RL fluffers are all retarded, and your restaurant fricking sucks. week old long johns silvers > RL highlight of the night: the hostess dropped a pen and bent over to pick it up right in front of me on my way out and i got a nice long glimpse at that masterpiece of an ass. still couldnt do anything to redeem the most horrible evening of my life.
It was a hot summer day and I was in my workout room benching 1200 pounds. My abs were flexing and girls within a 10 mile radius were getting wet. Once I was done with my daily 32 hour workout I called one of the bitches I know, Jessica. She is really damn hot and looks like a supermodel. SO I got into my Lamborghini Gallardo and reved it up to 40,000 RPM (this is an Italian import with special engine system). I got onto the freeway near my house and threw it into 8th gear, I hit about 600 mph and I could hear the sonic boom as I broke the sound barrier. As I was flooring it on the freeway like a badass, Jessica called me and said she wanted me to frick her. So be it. I came to a full stop from 700 mph in front of her house. These Ferrari’s have top notch brakes, you know. So she gets out of the house and walks up to my Bugatti and starts eyeballing my dick. I could tell she was staring at it because when I looked at her I noticed she was looking at my dick. Booya. Flash forward 10 minutes later. My 30 inch dick is going inside of her VAGINA, hitting them walls. I’m holding her entire body up with my left pinky as I’m fricking her and she has 30,000 orgasms. She looks me in the eyes and she says “harder.” V-TEC just kicked in, yo. I blow my load so hard she falls off my dick. There had to have been about two pints of cum everywhere. People say I cum like a pornstar, I wouldn’t disagree with them. I throw her a towel so she can clean herself up then I do a triple backflip into my Maserati and drive home.
I told him, We're just going to smoke a couple of rocks; then I'm going to sell the rest to a crackhead I know. It didn't work out that way, of course. We ended up smoking the whole thing, and then we went to Jazz Fest the next day.
The disco biscuits are very juvenile. Their music is all surface, and no substance. They use alot of "pretty" sounds, and employ some clever gimmicks that work well on a superficial level. Especially if you are on drugs. The fast tempo, strobing lights, and synth sounds really get those tweaked out receptors firing.
But beneath all of that; it's soul-less. Empty. You just keep that bass drum thumping on all four beats, keep the tempo around 125-130, repeat a very simplistic five note riff ad-naseum, and then speed up and get loud when you want it to "peak."
All of the poor souls who think they are hearing something interesting talk about how great they are at the segue ... refusing to admit how ridiculously similar all of their songs are. It's not much of a segue if you stay at the exact same tempo (and often times the same key) while switching to another song that has no words, and is the same style and feel as the last song you just "segued" out of.
No one in the band really has much talent as a musician - and the stuff they play doesn't require them to. They stick to a very cliché formula. Their original compositions are laughable. The last time I was forced to listen to some "nasty new bisco," somebody put on "MEMPHIS" and I was just shocked at how stupid it was: structurally, lyrically, and vocally - so childish and boring on all fronts. And this isn't even one of their "untz" songs. The "jam" tagged on to the end of it was one chord, the entire time. And this isn't even one of their "untz" songs.
About ten minutes in, the bisco fans in the room got very excited when the jam "took off".
In reality, all that happened was the keyboard player switched from piano to a synth sound, the guitar player started doubling the bass-line, and the drummer gradually sped up. Eventually the keyboard player switched to the "bird-noises" patch, and this really sent everyone into an uproar.
Eventually the "jam" reached full UNTZ mode, and became the standard biscuits jam. But nothing interesting ever happened ... and nothing ever does.
Back to the point at hand, needless to say when you quit materbating it really is all you can think about. I admit, I have to cheat a little. I don't look at porn anymore but sometimes when the urge gets to be too much I play with it right until the point I am about to blow and then just stop. I only let myself get to the point where it starts to tingle...I have excellent self control and have not ever accidentally blown a load. The one drawback is I have been waking up at 5 or 5:30 every morning with a massive boner. This is really weird for me because I usually sleep until 10 or 11. The problem is I can't go back to sleep when I have a boner. I have developed a little trick to help with this. I sleep naked so I roll over on my stomach and posistion my dick so it is pointing up to my belly button. I then push my toes up and down which makes the head of my penis run against the sheets. You would be amazed at how quickly you can cum just by doing this and usually after that happens my wood goes down and I am able to sleep. I know some will call this cheating but I have two counterpoints. 1) I am like half asleep when this happens so it is basically like a wet dream and 2) I use no part of my hand so techinally it is not masterbating. Ok, so on to the results. I will say they have been subtle. I was at Banana Republic and I handed this very hot worker there back a shirt. I know this seems minor but when she took it from me she definetly rubbed my hand real sexy. I have also noticed other girls complementing me more and making eye contact. I am only on my 5th full day of the 30 days and from what I understand the girls just get crazier and by day 30 you basically have to fight them off. I can't wait!
Yeah, I remember the first time I saw Trey at a bar. It was a pinnacle moment of my life.
I'll never forget walking up to those flowing red locks, sitting down next to him and ordering a Mai Thai. He gave me a glance from the side and gave me a nod and a smirk. The kind of nod and smirk that says, "that's my kind of man."
My drink was only half-slid across the bar counter before Trey started to pipe up with his opiate-crackled robust voice. "You come here often?"
I took a single sip of my Mai Thai. "You must be a libra", I retorted, with masculinity.
That's when we got to talking. We laughed, we cried. I told him of the day my dog died; he told me of the day he got his first DUI.
It must have been 4 or 5 Mai Thais before I first decided to pop the big question.
"So", I recited, between drags of my cigarette, "How about Alaska > Wading tonight?"
Trey busted out a sly chuckle, and the rest was history.