crushingpetal
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I'm no biologist but ain't they like amphatamines or somthin'?I was never curious to see a turtle's nipples until now.
I'm no biologist but ain't they like amphatamines or somthin'?I was never curious to see a turtle's nipples until now.
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I am a biologist and they're definitely like amphatamines or somthin and erybody knows amphatamines aint got nipplesI'm no biologist but ain't they like amphatamines or somthin'?
So is that what my neighbor is doing? Cooking turtle stew? He always says hes cooking some kind of amphatamines or something.I am a biologist and they're definitely like amphatamines or somthin and erybody knows amphatamines aint got nipples
frfr no cap ok boomer fresh asf vibessss
(I had to Google these words)
There is none, because he's playing IRL, that is, impulse-response-less. That's what makes the tone so fresh. It's not good, but it's fresh.But this does not answer the question of which IR you’re using.
Joined at 18, now going on 34, ugh
Says youerybody knows amphatamines aint got nipples
That's interesting, exactly same here. And we drive the same car too. Are we the same person?
and we love you anywayGen X, muthatruckers!
Interesting, why would someone consider this forum to be a bad influence? Bad spending habits? But even then, if you have the money to spend then what's the problem?Depending on the day, I'm either twelve, or four hundred thirty.
Actual age: 50
When I was in my early twenties I hung out at this music store a lot. One day this older dude came in, and we, despite my heavy-metal aura (long hair, long beard, black everything, leather jacket, etc) he started chatting with me as we were looking at the same guitars. We talked quite a long while about music, about bands, about life, on and on. About an hour and a half or so into our conversation, both of us sitting on chairs holding guitars, sometimes trading chords or leads, an old woman walks in, stares at us like she was ready to kill us both, and waits a moment. The old man kicks something off, I join in, the old woman goes up to him, hits his shoulder, and he just sets the guitar on the stand and says, "Nice meeting you," and starts to leave. She throws over her shoulder as they walk away, "You kids are such terrible influences on him!"
I'm now that old man, hanging out on music forums trying to remember what it was like to have rock in my blood, while my wife hovers over me waiting for her chance to tell you you're all bad influences on me.
So ends old man rant #2 of today.