i don't even like grinspoon. not even a little.
things i've done recently that could possibly be construed as sad part 2:
- paid $5 to watch the o.c. at the pub.
well, actually, that's pretty much it. not to say that my existence is one big ball of crazy-sexy-cool, but neither is it usually this worthy of a bitch-slapping from my nanna.
in my defense however, the night was organised by phil from grinspoon. and he's a musician. and that means he takes drugs and doesn't wash and has wacky sex. and even though i never much cared for grinspoon, i can at least feel better about myself for PAYING to watch a FREE tv show because of them.
also, phil from grinspoon seems to like the character seth cohen from the o.c. too. i don't think he likes him in the tingly thigh-squeezing way i do, but it would be okay with me if he did. gay people watch tv too.
after the show, phil from grinspoon's other band (well, him and some dude) played some funny songs. my favourites were "now that i've fucked you, can i fuck your friend?" and "pulling out before coming isn't safe enough".
i'm thinking of asking them to perform at my next sex education seminar. what do ya reckon?
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And it was worth paying, wasn't it. What a fucking hot episode.
the worst thing about paying to watch the OC in a pub (which in itself is cool, and now, and TOTALLY inner west/rock'n'roll) is that they must have used SUPER ink, cos the stamp is really hard to wash off.
And, given that I'm a fairly honest individual, when asked what the stamp on my wrist is for, I have to admit to a whole new demographic that I paid to sit on wooden floor boards and watch the OC, whilst paying for drinks.
Oh the humanity!
calling phil from grinspoon a musican is bad, bad, bad dinkle. blaspheme at your own peril.
I'm with elmo.
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