For those of you who’ve ever wondered what it’s like being a tattoo artist, just read the following, which I found on emailsfromcrazypeople.com.
some guy: what do u charge for a pentacle tattoo?
me: 50$ minimum price for a tattoo. How big did you want it?
Some guy: well there is this other guy on there doin tattoos for 30
me: Have that person do the tattoo then.
some guy: butt I like ur work better
me: Well then the minimum is 50$.
some guy: if he can charge 30 u can charge me 30 to
me: No I charge 50$.
some guy: thats so fucked up y do all Read the rest of this entry »
A family gets in an argument with some kind of freak show on the subway and the argument goes on and on until somebody gets maced. Bonus points if you can tell me who’s birthday it is tomorrow.
The J&J Trestle Inn is a favorite Philadelphia destination for the Loaded-Gun, Anti-Social, and d00dj00sux0r crowd. Those of you unlucky enough to have not experienced it can now get a sample of it’s awesomeness in David Dingwall’s music video, “White boy”. Those of you who’ve been there will experience fond memories for sure.
Due to the economy and my measly pay not playing nice I started shopping at the mecca of crazy known as Walmart . Not for much, just the big things, the little things still come from the crazy haven known as Pathmark.
I tuned my boyfriend into the cheapness that is Walmart, and now he’s hooked. Dreams of finally furnishing our media room, actually owning a blender and a bin of DVDS, all for a bargain… the cheapness made his mouth salivate. We avoided Walmart as long as we could. I wouldn’t even step foot in there in the early part of the 00s, even when furnished with the knowledge that they were carrying my favorite, discontinued lip gloss. I felt I had better standards than that! But crippling student loans, housing bills and an economy in the shitter 9 years later and here I am, looking for bargains.
I found out quickly that Walmart is all about crazy, at any given hour the parking lot will be jammed with cars, and the people will be aimlessly wandering around like they are auditioning for the next Thriller remake. Inside the walls holds an even more satisfying helping of insanity. The stores are in shambles, kids running everywhere while parents beat them in public, or stuff there face at the fast foid joint located inside. Mullets galore, horrible red neck fashion… I could go on.
When we go to Walmart, we savor the humanity, for all it is. Glorious, crazy and trashy. We also try to go over to Deptford, NJ to ease the pain a bit – it’s a lot less crazy there than South Philadelphia.
Someone else has begun to enjoy this crazy castle, and document it for what it is. My friends, I give you, PEOPLE OF WALMART DOT COM.
I love wikipedia… It’s like “insert subject here” for dummies. Wikipedia is without a doubt one of my favorite time wasters and today I’m creating a new category on d00dj00sux0r.com called “Wikipedia Gems”. This is the first entry in that category and the subject matter is El Duce and The Mentors.
The Mentors is a rape rock band, who formed in 1976 in Seattle, then moved to Los Angeles in 1979. They billed themselves as the inventors of Rape Rock: early 1970s style heavy metal with extremely sexist lyrics.
Hoke and the Mentors worked to gain attention through farcical demonstrations of political incorrectness. Their guitarist renamed himself “Sickie Wifebeater,” and the group often appeared in public wearing black executioner hoods.[1] One reviewer suggested that “their lyrics, which consisted mostly of songs about hitting women, stealing from women, and having anal sex with women, made their anonymity necessary.”[2]
Hoke and the Mentors gained international notoriety in 1985 as a result of the U.S. Senate Committee on Commerce, Science and Transportation’s hearings led by the Parents Music Resource Center’s Tipper Gore, the wife of then-Senator Albert Gore, Jr. (D-Tennessee) into the proliferation of “obscene” lyrics in popular music. During the hearings, the Rev. Jeff Ling recited the lyrics to the Mentors song, “Golden Shower” to musician Frank Zappa, who opposed the hearings. The lyrics, which included the line, “Bend up and smell my anal vapor/Your face will be my toilet paper” elicited howls of laughter at the Congressional hearing and prompted Zappa and others to denounce the hearings as a farce. The hearings, however, ultimately led the music industry to adopt voluntary labeling of records containing objectionable lyrics – the widely recognized “Parental Advisory: Explicit Lyrics” label (jokingly referred to as a “Tipper sticker”).
His most regular entertainment gig was on the proto-Jerry Springer talk show Hot Seat, where he and his band called their music “rape rock,” stated that he could tell women want to be raped “by the look in their eyes”, and in general played a wrestling-style villain for the audience.[3] Hoke’s many appearances often culminated in being “forcibly” removed from host Wally George’s soundstage by security personnel.
WALLY GEORGE: How do you describe your music?
EL DUCE: Well, it’s “rape rock”.
WALLY GEORGE: Are you trying to tell me, you little pervert, that you go along with and encourage rape?
EL DUCE: Only peaceful rape.
WALLY GEORGE: What do you mean “peaceful rape”?
EL DUCE: Well, when she’s passed out on drugs……
AUDIENCE MEMBER: I wanna know what you are trying to contribute to society.
EL DUCE: Well, I’ll tell ya. A bunch of illiterate children. Children without a father.
On April 19, 1997, El Duce was hit by a train (some say under mysterious circumstances) and thus ended the classic Mentors line-up.
It’s always a blast when Skinhead is hanging out at the tattoo shop. This weekend he put his balls in a mousetrap for 20 bucks. It was some really funny shit. Enjoy the video.
You know, for one of my 2 businesses I advertise on a local, well, shopping channel here in Fl. It’s a mixed blessing. As you all know, my “day job” is computer consulting; I go to homes and businesses and fix PC’s, etc. It’s fairly lucrative, for the most part.
