Don’t want to make too big a deal of this, but perhaps you should have thought about this before you took a ride on the innermost workings of your psyche through a mind-bending hallucinogenic trip for the last few hours. I mean, I don’t want to be That Guy, but it’s something that bears consideration. You know, since you’re now realizing that Sarge is driving slightly slower than you’d prefer. Food for thought.
Man, I don’t know whether it’s the plates I have or the shitty microwave, but ceramic ware comes out of that death box like hellfire. So, Rita’s ‘story’ is based on real events, every single morning, because I never remember that I have an appliance that is very much trying to kill me.
Trash Salad was really awesome back in the day. Their first album, Destructification, was, for lack of a better word, a masterpiece. Their followup, Skin Pockets, while not nearly as on-point, was still a steady and totally fine followup. But once they introduced Sexual Peeling everything went off the rails. Their lead guitarist Rexxx started dating Khloe Kardashian, there was the whole public urination scandal… They really got away from their roots. Some may say they’ve sold out. I wouldn’t say that, because I wouldn’t want to infer creative laziness on someone I don’t even know, but… It’s pretty clear that they’re not the same band, unfortunately.